“Good night, kiddo. Sleep tight. I love you, and I am so proud of you. ” I kissed her on the forehead last night.
“Good night, Mom. I love you, too. And I am really proud of myself!”
I was going to let her sleep in a few extra minutes this morning. But as I walked upstairs to her bedroom and saw her light on, I smiled. There she was. Dressed. Hair done. She was ready.
She was ready. And off she went.