Tomorrow is going to be tough. Much harder than I thought it would be. It may even bring this grown man to tears. I have to accept the inevitable, grow a pair and fight this urge to bawl uncontrollably. If that doesn’t work I’ll need to find a Kleenex somewhere, just to wipe the tear-splatter and snot from the screen if the screen becomes to blurry and I can’t write anymore.
Because Princess is turning thirteen. OMG.
When you were younger Mom and I always joked about the fact that you were the kind of kid who had four seasons in a day. Waking up in a winter mood and then progress through spring, summer and autumn as the sun was travelling across the blue sky. It was amazing to see how passionate you enjoyed life, squeezing every drop from it, soaking it up like a sponge. You did everything with so much enthusiasm. Laugh, cry, play, work, love. It’s inspirational.
Now that you are older your emotions have leveled out a bit, you’re not as erratic and unpredictable like you were a few years ago. Continue reading