I can't believe it. Last year at this time I was grateful for two more years, a nice long time, before I have a high school graduate. Now it's a year. And it isn't enough.
I'm not ready. But she is. She is getting ready to spread her wings. And fly. And soar. And do much greater things than I could ever dream. And whether she knows it or not, I will be there. Cheering her on. Praying her through.
I'm not ready. But she is. She is getting ready to spread her wings. And fly. And soar. And do much greater things than I could ever dream. And whether she knows it or not, I will be there. Cheering her on. Praying her through.
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How does the song go..."I'll have tears as you take off...and cheer as you fly..."?
Hang in there beautiful Momma and beautiful daughter.
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