I just about cried when he called me to say his test was over and (of course) he passed. I was in the driver's seat, on my way to retrieve him.
Then we started our celebration adventure, which consisted of eating large quantities of food (beginning in a covered wagon), then immediately doing something physically active, then resting or sleeping. Repeated many times.
We both felt the wonderful absence of anxiety.
We had fun.
We laughed a lot.
We played schoolyard sports like 12 year olds.
I felt happy--and cute.
And even when I saw the photographic proof to the contrary, I just laughed at looking so awkward when I felt so good.