On days like today, especially at times like 6:59 this afternoon, I am so full of pride and admiration for my youngest daughter that I don’t know how to tell her without sounding sappy or condescending…. so I write.
This daughter of mine is without a doubt the strongest, most resilient, independent young woman I know. She has battled many demons in her 30 years — eating disorders, assault, being the “youngest” child, high risk pregnancies….loss and betrayal. And yet, she rises. She falls and gets back up. And shows very little the worse for wear. Her strength and resolve, her joy and love, are astounding. And something to be in awe of.
And I am. continuously.
Love you punk. to the moon and back.