January 30, 2012 3 Comments
A picture is worth a thousand words. Not. This picture is books worth of words that spans decades. It’s a saga or two.
These two daughters are huge stories that are integral to the greatest challenges I’ve faced and it’s an honor to be their mom.
Daughter #1 (in black) has two sons and attended her first funeral-for-a-friend the day before this photo. She has not had her own wedding (yet). The bride-to-be is daughter #4 and attended six funerals-for-a-friend at the age of 16.
As a mom I can label my daughters, #1 was my wild child and #4 was my wounded child. But that is such a disservice to the amazing women they are today. The labels also discredit their daddy.
The father-of-the-bride is going to have an emotional event when he walks his youngest daughter down the aisle on 12-1-12. Apocalyptic events are a minor inconvenience in comparison to when a good daddy walks his daughter down the aisle.