(He doesn't get to go.)
It's all very surreal. I just seems such a short time ago that I was rocking her, singing Keith Green songs to her, begging her to PLEASE go to sleep. And now? Now she's all grown up and we're shopping for a wedding dress! Wow.
Bless her heart. She has endured so much being our first born. So many mistakes - so many times I've wished for a do-over. So many times I've had to ask her to forgive me. So many times I've laid in bed at night and begged God to show me the right answer, the right decision. So many tears. So many arguments (I'm told we're too much alike). So many laughs. So much joy. So many sleep overs, and vacations, and dance recitals, and singing contests, and camps, and mission trips... The memories are abundant and beautiful.
I'm looking forward to a day of hanging with my grown daughter. We've survived - and we're friends!
God is good.
Most people with babies just don't understand how fast it flies...I guess that's why God blesses us with Grandkids eventually. Miss the baby they once were, but privelaged to be a part of their grown up lives. Eventually they'll realize they don't know it all right???
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