One day, she’ll be 50 and still my baby girl.

One day, she’ll be 50 and still my baby girl.
This is what unconditional means. I get that now.
He has choices now. I made the effort to find his outlet.
I’m no longer putting all his eggs in one silent basket.
We share t-shirts…and he’s outgrowing them. Lord help me.
The eye contact now was very different than the eye contact mere hours earlier.
It’s easy to play the victim when people see you as one.
I reminded her that her brother loved her and would never hurt her on purpose.
Great people make other people greater.
It’s not about his appreciation. It’s about mine.
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