She's kind and beautiful and talented and her math gets better and better everyday.
I wake up proud and go to bed proud.
And . . .
some days she gives me something really great to write in my box - and turn over in my mind on my ability to help grow a wise person.
Today after the orthodontist she asks if she can go swimming when she gets her braces. Yeah, I replied. Why do you ask that?
Won't they rust? she asks back.
Yep, I almost ran that next light. Belly laughs are good for the soul.
Problem is - she wasn't kidding.
She's kind and beautiful and talented and her math gets better and better every day.
But . . .