In about six hours, my baby girl will walk out the door, drive away, and begin her Senior year of High School.
How did that happen?
I am so proud of the young woman that she’s become. She’s crazy smart, funny, endearing and has a heart the size of her birthplace (Texas).
She’s a gifted writer and a wonderful musician. She knows how to work hard and apply herself, and she knows how to have fun. She does not apparently know how to clean her room.
Most importantly, she is a kind, caring and compassionate person.
As she embarks on this momentous year and will soon turn a significant page in her march through the Book of Life, I just want her to know how much I love her.