I have just seen the most beautiful young woman. She is tall and lithe, elegant and stunning. She radiates youth and happiness. She is my daughter and tonight is her high school prom.
Looking at her, I am filled with love and pride, amazement and awe, and a little envy. I love this girl with all of my heart, and have from the moment I first held her.
I can remember being unable to imagine her starting school, let alone finishing it.
I have watched her struggle, cope with more than she should have had to, and feel more pain than most kids do. I have also watched her rise to every challenge and look life (and peoplw) square in the eye with a little bit of "I dare you". She didn't always succeed at the challenges, but she always found the courage to face them. I have always been proud of her for not giving up, and she can't possibly know how much I respect her for it.
I am amazed when I look at her and see glimpses of so many good family traits, from both sides. She has the physical features of both her father and I, fortunately the more attractive ones. She has her aunts love of purses and impulsive change; my mothers love of baking; her paternal grandmother's feistiness; my Dad's creative abilities; her father's love of animals, and my sense of humour. She managed to take a little good from all of us and mold those traits into an intelligent, talented, witty, soulful and beautiful package. To me, that is an amazing thing.
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