On Saturday, my girl got home from the beach. She brought me back a souvenir. It was this picture frame. (Here we are back in 1993. Mother age 25, child age 18 months.) Now instead of being 18 months old, she is 18 years old-and I am telling you-I don't know how it's possible-but that's the way it is, just the same. Now, she has moved into a place of her own-and yesterday was her first day of college.
There are so many things I probably should have done differently when raising this child up! But I have always loved, loved, loved her with all my of heart and I always will-and that is something I will never regret. :)