One more year.
Every year for the past 17 we have celebrated this girl and as every birthday passes I sit and thank God that we have made it one more year. One more year full of good times and a few tough times as well but, we always made it that one more year. Today, we celebrated her 17th birthday with several friends, good food and bonfire much like the birthday parties in the past. It breaks my heart and peaks my pride at the same time to do it again today because this one was a little different. After this birthday party, my little girl got in he car and drove off to go to the movies with friends. I spoke to her briefly in the yard after turning her car around for her and before she left about being responsible for the others that was riding with her. She simply said “Ok Dad” and then she got in and drove off. I stood there for a minute and watched her tail lights go out the driveway and it hit me like a train. She’s 17 years old now. I only have one more year. One more year help her become the woman that I hope or that I think she is. One more year to make a real difference in her. One more year to make decisions for her. One more year to hope that I’ve done this the right way before she proves me right or wrong.
Just simply, One more year...
This month is National Breast Cancer Awareness Month. Today, we’re wearing pink at work. For everyone who has fought the fight, I celebrate you. I celebrate the fighter you are. I celebrate your courage and your strength. And. Today. I’m reminding all of you ladies of how important exams are. Women are beautiful creatures made by God. We’re fighters. We are known for our strength. If you’re a woman do your self exams and get exams done.
Have a great day, friends! October 12th, 2017
May I never take any of this for granted. Evenings with our boy relaxing on the porch with the dog. My guy cutting wood for his lathe projects. Even the chickens roaming in the yard. Lord, I'm so thankful!
Breann. Seventeen. One year before being an adult. Crazy how time flies. I love seeing how she is growing and becoming the woman she is becoming, but I also find it to be bittersweet. I love how she also still has that bit of child in her, the one I hope she never loses, the one who asked me to make cupcakes for her class because it's her birthday, even though she is now seventeen.
And. I will also deliver roses to her school (white ones), just because she requested such...WHITE roses.
I hope she never finds it to be of little importance to ask for cupcakes. I hope that every single year, when she's twenty, thirty, and so on, right up even when she is seventy and eight years old, she asks for those cupcakes. I hope she sees those cupcakes as important as the essay she has to turn into her teachers or any deadline at work she has to meet later in life.
I love her smile, her laugh, her character. I love her boldness, her confidence, I love that she is my daughter. Happy Birthday, Breann!
And...this is just a follow-up to the birthday party on the weekend following Breann's Birthday. This is the story of her celebration...our celebration, celebrating this girl!
