I know Miss Swift is not exactly in your circle of favorite arteests, but I can't help the fact that Rihanna didn't come up with the song, "22" first. So please forgive me if this post is
I don't like basketball. You know that. I wasn't even suppose to go to that game nearly a year ago, but Jennifer and Wayne both begged me to and so I did. Little did I know how much my life was about to change by a VERY tall women's basketball player. That blonde hair just stood out and no one could help but NOT watch you on the court. You made your home debut at that game and I remember thinking, "Oh, I bet her parents are so proud of her!"
Life is tough and full of disappointments, but I don't have to tell you that. I wish I had the answers to so many of your "whys" but unfortunately, I don't. You deserved so much more, Baby Girl. People make mistakes and bad decisions all the time without knowing the effect they have on others or even themselves. This, I'm sure of. However, I do believe in second chances. Having a second chance is the joy of hoping and thinking, ya know? I'm gonna get it right this time! God has blessed us both with second chances. You will never know the prayers that have gone up for you and I continue to pray that one day you will be with us forever. I'm not happy with your potty mouth or
I can't get over the transformation you've made since last fall. The shy, barely-says-three-words beauty has become more confidant and "real" than I ever imagined. I know it's hard for you to let people into your life, but I am so glad you've included us. My happiest moments are when I look up from the kitchen and see you and Alise on the couch truly being sisters. If you had told me in the fall that you would "live for family nights because family is important," I would have said you were lying. In your very own way with words, you asked me once, "Have you ever seen the movie, The Blindside?" I said, yes, and we looked at each other for a few short moments and said nothing. Because there simply were no words. It was a moment; an understanding, and I realized then, that I was exactly where I needed to be in my life. I struggle so much with being the mom you've asked me to be and the good friend you need. I struggle with having a twenty-two year old and an eleven year old. There are days when I feel like it's three steps forward and two steps back with you, but I would like to think that one day it will all be worth it.
And now, your senior year is here! Your last year of playing the sport you love so much
Your biggest fan,