I just read your Mother’s Day post. I had no idea. Once you told me that you had written something (i think sappy were the word you used), I put off reading it. Finally tonight, the wedding and all of it’s events are over, and I took the time to read our blog.
I’m bawling at my computer desk as I type.
Unfortunately, while all those pregnancy and infancy times should be monumental to me, they are actually all a blur. It was just one Dr. appointment and diaper change after another.
Now, as I sit here with a teenage daughter, it’s all so very clear. All of the decisions. All of the mistakes. All of the regrets. Weekend after weekend, I watch her walk out the door and I pray that she will make the right decisions. That is what I say ”Please make good decisions, Kiley.” It’s all I can say.
Juno is a great movie. I think I told you that I cried my eyes out and that you should see it ASAP. I related to her, although she (in the movie) was way more intelligent and her parents were way more laid back. The movie hit home. The thin, thin line between maturity and immaturity.
Anyway, thank you. I love you. Thank you for thinking of me.
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jessica
brittymidge
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