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Rachael Growing Up...




How in the world did it happen that my daughter went from 8 to 18 overnight? Her baptism day was a beautiful day filled with so much of life ahead of her. Suddenly she is graduating with an even bigger life ahead of her. She has so much to look forward to with college, dating, marriage, children, the list of firsts goes on. I know she is going to have a wonderful new life but the saying goodbye to the old way of life is going to be hard. I will miss her being around every day. I will miss her cute laugh and silliness, and even the way she calls me madre. I am not ready to admit that the change I have been trying to ignore is finally upon me. How do you say goodbye to the old? How do you want the new and miss the old at the same time? Well, all questions I have been pushing aside because they bring tears to the surface. One thing for sure, I love that little girl of mine. In a matter of 11 days we will have seminary graduation and high school graduation. Ready or not...here we come.

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Renee and Agua Family said…
I have a picture I am going to tag to your facebook! :) Wasn't this yesterday?? I swear it was. I am not looking forward to the time you are already going through but I do hope my kids turn out as amazing and beautiful as yours have! :) **HUGS**
5/18/2010 2:44 PM
Shelly Merryweather said…
That little blonde girl is the one I remember best. You did a good job Becky. I hope I can be as good a mom as you are.
5/20/2010 10:02 AM
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