Today was the first day of your Senior year.
Last night I heard you moving around the house, no longer able to sit still, moving the dishes in the sink and putting them in the dishwasher with a sense of urgency. You were worried about having idle hands which would become idle thoughts.
You went to bed with a quick kiss to my cheek and when I went to check on you, I noticed you were tossing and turning, anticipating your last year of high school, seeing your friends, and being, the Queen Bee.
Up early, and dressing yourself with the same fashion sense you have always had. You looked beautiful, stunning with your bright white smile and perfect make up.
I never dreamt this day would come so fast, how could I have known that my baby girl, born in my senior year, would so quickly be a young woman.
My little girl is growing up, carrying the weight of her sheltered world on her shoulders, packed in a pink backpack, full of dreams.
Beautiful, Candy Dreams…
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