Writing Her Story

I know, we only just got past the Fourth of July and we're a day away from my daughter's 21st birthday but can summer slow the hell down already?

this is joy

Actually, while we're at it, can we just marvel at the fact that I'll be a mom of a 21 year old in less than 24 hours? 

I get to be her mom

I've may have mentioned how the nostalgia upon the arrival of this milestone has aged to exquisite perfection - at times creating that all-too familiar lump in the throat when I try to talk to someone about it. Please know I'm fighting that lump back even now as I type.

there's that joy again

I know how special it is to get to be a mom. I never thought it would happen to me. As I've watched her grow - this front row seat has been worth the price of admission, even when the scene wasn't playing out the way I'd have written it. It is playing out how she is writing it, and I would not have it any other way.