I was just sifting through my phone’s pictures and came across one I’d like to share here today.
The red-head blowing a kiss in this picture is my daughter. She’s almost 25 years old. She is my baby. Therefore I believe I will always say whenever she turns another year on her calendar–where has the time gone?
Anyway, I’m proud of my kids. Actually, they’re what I am most proud of in the world.
I love this picture.
Maria has been dancing since she was 2 years old. These days, she dances in drag shows, and my husband and I go to every single one.
At the last one, at the end of the show, Maria came out for the encore wearing this shirt.
It made me cry tiny tears of happiness.
A. that she thinks of me as a strong female and
B. I know she is one.