“When you have brought up kids, there are memories you store directly in your tear ducts.”
The tears have always welled up suddenly and unexpectedly…in a good way.
At the grade school Christmas concert.
Watching beautiful ballerina Paige dance in her recitals.
Two years ago, while talking about starting the college search.
But lately, I’ve been Boehner-like in my tear production.
They sneak up on me while listening to Paige and her girlfriends chat.
While reading her college essays and looking at her portfolio. And digesting the complimentary acceptance letters.
As I observe her talking with business owners about producing and pricing and retailing the line of T-shirts she’s designed.
This morning, making breakfast scones for her 18th birthday.
And while jotting down these few thoughts about her turning the corner from childhood to becoming an adult.
Happy Birthday Paige! At 8 or 18 or 38, you’ll always (sniffle sniffle) be my Little Sunshine.