Today you received your first piece of literature from a university.
Your are 14.
The mailer contains words like,
"options"
"early college"
"concurrent enrollment"
"eligibility"
I'm not sure that I know what to do with this information.
Did I know that you would be applying for colleges on that day when I posed your tiny body on the blue, shaggy carpet? I'm sure that thought was safely tucked away in my mind somewhere. Certainly, I must have hidden it in a place so that I wouldn't cry about it like I did today.
Daddy's not crying. He says this is great news. I need to get over myself, and I will.
We are proud of you baby girl, and we love you like crazy!