“With a few flowers in my garden, half a dozen pictures and some books, I live without envy.”
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
Guess who aced her paper?
Go ahead, guess.
OK, I'll give you a hint. She's funny, smart, level-headed hard-working.
And she's my firstborn.
That's right. It's my lovely Jessica.
She just called me to tell me she got the highest grade in her class and that her professor planned to use her paper as an example for other students.
It seems like just yesterday she was four years old, nestled in my lap and learning to read stories I wrote about her Cupcake dolls. Even when she was tiny, she had a seriousness about her. My Jessica, an old soul. So purposeful about life.
I marvel at the woman she has become. A university student with a sweet future. And a sweet boyfriend. No, I didn't forget about you, Brandon, because I know if I did Jessica would call and give me an earful. Besides, how could I not include the guy who I would have picked for her myself, were I the type to script my child's life.
When Jessica was born and placed in my arms, I remember looking at her face and thinking, "Is this real? Am I really fortunate to have been blessed with this beautiful daughter?" Twenty years later, I ask myself that same thing every day.