his is such an interesting picture. She is sitting in front of the light over her bed in her beautiful room in San Miguel. She looks quite angelic, doesn't she? She is not perfect, nor am I, but she is one of the kindest, most nurturing people I have known...and she is my daughter.
I know she is hardly a girl anymore...but she is my girl, always. When we are together, we are every age. Young and silly, old and wise. There is something that is so special about having a daughter,
She will be back in a week, full of exciting tales and improved Spanish. Right now, it seems like a million years away.
Can I say it again? I miss this girl...