We’re all proud of you and your straight A average, even if your friends make fun of you for being a “try-hard.”
Doesn’t seem like it was that long ago when I was giving you piggy back rides and helping you fix the disarticulated joints on your Barbie dolls.
You’ve grown up smarter, kinder, and more beautiful than I could have ever imagined.
Good thing you take after your mom more than your dad.
And thanks for making me remember how old I’m getting.