And I know she will totally hate this, but I still see her just like this sometimes.
Looking at her through the mom-lens.
Today she turns 24.
I used to just stare at her when she was sleeping and wonder what she would look like when she grew up.
I thought she was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen and I was convinced she would grow up to be a striking young woman.
And I was right.
An amazing dancer.
A wonderful daughter.
A valuable friend.
The funnest person I know to hang out with.
I’m supposed to say this stuff, because I’m her mother.
And I confess. I still have that mom-lens firmly in place.
Can I help it if it’s all TRUE?? =D