But somewhere in the middle of the ceremony, I had this overwhelming feeling.
I leaned over to Papa and whispered... We made this?! It was more of a question, but kinda a statement at the same time.
Suddenly I wished I had tissues.
I'm old enough to realize that I can take little credit for the people my children grow to be. But then again, I know our years of love and guidance, tears and hugs, lessons and laughter, must have had some impact on who she is today. Did it?
If Papa and I had even a tiny part of molding this young woman into who she is, then I am again humbled by what I see.
There are few moments in parenting when you can stand back and admire the product of your handiwork. This was one of those moments. The fruits of our labor, (and boy oh boy there were some years that there was much labor to be done) before us in the form of the gorgeous inside and out young woman she has grown in to.
So ready to take on the world.