My beautiful girl

My beautiful, beautiful girl. Three weeks from today, she will walk off
the plane and into my arms. And I cry every time I think about it.

She’s done something so good, so brave, so life-changing, so dang hard and so
very right. And what she wrote about it this week in her letter just about did me in.
I can’t stop thinking about it. Here is the link to it, if you don’t receive her emails.

I promise you, it’s worth your two minutes.

My beautiful, beautiful girl. She’s coming home.