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Remembering

Katherine accepted a very nice permanent job offer out west, but she has to start December 1st, so she won't be home for the holidays. I'm overjoyed for her, and sad for me. Yet I always knew this day was coming, and I am glad she's living her life the way she wants.

I need to wallow again in memories today. This was a pic I took at one of her band concerts in high school.

At her brother's graduation, teaching a little boy how to play a video game.

A Homecoming outfit.

Sixteen years old, at our favorite tea room.

I've tried to be a good mother, and I think I've mostly succeeded. I could not imagine a better daughter.

Comments

nightsmusic said…
So bittersweet, but you obviously did a great job because she's a confident young woman who can stand on her own two feet and take on the world. That takes a pretty special mom in my book. Ya did good, mom. *hug*
Maria Zannini said…
Transition is a necessary part of life, for young and old. I'm sorry she won't be home for the holidays. I know how much you wanted her there. All you can do is give them a solid foundation. From there it's all up to them.

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