I think we had a thread like this a while back, but I will begin by saying there's nothing that can compare to the day I emerged from the earth no longer an Ivy but a woman of 20 pearls! That memory is partly what gets my eyes misty every time I sing our hymn.
Also, having sorors serenade me at my wedding was priceless. Seeing the faces of sorors who made me, those whom I helped make, and even the neophyte daughter of one of my mentor sorors, whom I had watched grow up--was truly special.
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