This past Monday my youngest daughter started high
school. Like all new beginnings and
firsts, this one made me reflect back on her life. If I close my eyes, I can see her curly
blonde hair sticking up every which way.
I can see her blue, blue, blue eyes dancing when she laughs wide and big
and carefree. I remember her first day
of preschool and how nervous and excited she was to be around other kids. I remember her first day of kindergarten,
public school, middle school like it just happened a second ago.
She has grown into such a joyful, funny, intelligent and
beautiful young woman with a wicked sense of humor (served with a side of
sarcasm). She loves God and family and
friends and music. Oh, the music. This kid of mine can be in a different part
of the house and I can belt out a line from a song of nearly any genre and
she’ll join in and sing with me. I have
videos of this kid singing in the car on road trips of Black Sabbath, Queen, the
Village People, Imagine Dragons, Mercy Me, etc.
She’s awesome that way! I love
her so, so, so much that my heart hurts.
I describe my girls like this: my
oldest is that little piece of my heart that walks outside me; my middle is
that little piece of my personality that walks outside me; and my youngest is
that little piece of my soul that walks outside me.
So when did this
