I was looking at pics of Amy. I'm feeling a bit nostalgic, being that I'm off to her HS graduation in a couple of weeks. She was the sweetest looking baby. People used to stop us to gush over how pretty she was. And as a small child she was fairylike and charming as anything.
She's grown into a truly remarkable young woman, and I am grateful and amazed that I gave birth to her, that I've been a major part of her formation. She's young, bright, sweet, beautiful, she has her whole life ahead of her, she's secure in who she is and knows where she wants to go and how she wants to get there. That's pretty amazing for an 18 year old. She's got a good head on her shoulders, and an open and loving heart.
I'm gushing, I know. But hey, she's worth gushing over, and she never reads LJ much, so it won't embarrass her as much as me calling her and doing it at her. :) Besides, if I do she'll get crabby at me, because it's 1:30 AM there and she'll be all "MAAAA I HAVE SCHOOL TOMORROW!!!" at me.
So, she's not PERFECT. But she's the closest thing to perfection I've ever been a part of making.
The other thing I love is her outward beauty. Her Dad and I are not ugly people, both of us are fairly attractive, but nobody would call us gorgeous. Somehow she got the best from each of us, and it combined into a face that would melt the hardest of hearts. I know that outward beauty fades with age, but hers never will, at least not to her mother.
I'm so looking forward to this SF trip this month. Seeing her, seeing her Dad (who is one of my closest friends), seeing my Uncle Jack and the friends I moved away from there. I'm blessed to be able to do this.
Thank you, God. :) For everything.