Saturday, August 25, 2007
"Tears are words the heart can't express"
No pretty pictures . No happy day. I just got home from taking my 18 yr old daughter to design school in New York City. To see her walk off into the crowded New York street after we said goodbye was excruciating. I cried and cried till I couldn't cry anymore, and then I cried some more . Then I patted myself on the back and said "job well done" because she walked off into the crowded New York street by herself at 18. Most of it was her nature, but there may have been some good moments of nurture too. Fly and be free.