Amanda is 18 today. Saying that it is hard to believe would be trite, overused, and inadequate. I don’t know what I thought would be different at the beginning of my parental journey back in 1991.
She was so beautiful to me. I remember racing home from graduate school to see her before the afternoon nap. But if I arrived too late, it was OK; I loved to just look at her, awake or asleep. I knew then that I would never tire of looking at her. I have not. I expected that she would grow up before I was ready for her to. She has. I could have not imagined her creativity, musical talent, or compassionate heart. She is still so beautiful to me.
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I can't believe she turned 18. I know that it is part of life but I really don't like that our kids are getting older.
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