I’m so proud of you. I saw you years ago, fearful of anything and everything. White-knuckling life as if you had control of it all.
And it happened.
And he died.
I’ve seen you weep. I’ve seen you weather storms from every side, yet you get up again and again.
I see you being the best person you can be. The best mother. The best lawyer and the best professor. The best friend to those who need you just as much as you need them.
I just wanted to say, my sweet baby girl, I love you.
And I’m so proud of the woman you’ve become.
Keep going. He may have left. They may have gone, but I promise never to leave you.
You’re my favorite daughter any Father could ever ask for.
Welcome to the web’s millionth blog. I’m the world’s okay-est mom, I hate coffee, and I have a ton of kids that are kind of cute. Oh, I have no husband since he decided to permanently move upstairs. So that makes me a widow, too.
Grab a glass of wine, and join me while we travel this most interesting life.
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