My oldest graduated from 8th grade this week. She's starting high school in the fall. It's a really bittersweet time for me, and I can't even imagine her graduating from high school and going on to college. But then again, up until a few days ago I had a hard time imagining this day.
I looked at her in her graduation dress, which by the way we spent a month looking for, same thing with the shoes and her dress for the dance, and didn't recognize this young woman on the brink of maturity. This was my baby, but she is no baby no more, yet to me that is what she'll always be. My baby.
So for those of you going through this journey, congratulations.
Isis
