By Laura Bradford
It's 10:30 at night and I just realized I forgot to post this morning. I guess you could say my mind has been a bit of a jumbled mess the past few weeks as my first born wraps up her senior year of high school.
Her graduation is tomorrow and I already know I'm going to cry. It's gone so fast...each and every second of it. One day the two of us were looking into each other's eyes for the very first time...and the next, she's about to walk across the stage to receive her high school diploma. And then, in just about 8 weeks, I'll be dropping her off at college.
And leaving her there.
I'm not ready for this even though I know I have to be.
Tomorrow night, at her family graduation party, I'll be giving her a gift that has made me cry every time I've looked at it. It's a look back at her life thus far and the absolute joy she has brought me for the past 18 1/2 years.
I know I can't stop the hands of time. I know that there are many, many good times still to come--memories I will treasure twenty years from now like I treasure the ones I have right now. But somehow, I'm still sad. Because as much as I enjoyed every moment of our time together, I still wish I could go back and relive it all over again.
Thanks for listening.
Wish me luck tomorrow.