happy birthday, Cortney!

It’s my baby girl’s birthday.  She’s 24.  I don’t know if it’s polite in society to reveal a woman’s age, but I just can’t believe it.

If ever a child gave a parent reason to be proud, she’s the example. 

Today, she lives 800 miles from home near Washington, D.C.  We visit each other as often as we can, but I still miss her. 

Funny, I don’t worry about her.  I know she’s capable and uses common sense.   Whatever she does, she’s going to be OK.  I know it.

I have lots of recollections of a try-hard person who persevered when many would have quit.  That, probably, is what I am most proud of.   When a wall was too high to climb, she would disassemble it, brick-by-brick, until she could walk through it.  She’s always found a way to the other side.

So, there she is, a young woman, making her own life, her own friends, and her own experiences.  I’m proud of you Cortney, and Happy Birthday!