Holding On, Letting Go

My daughter is getting married in July. She is busy, busy, busy. Even though she lives with us right now, we hardly see her. She is either working, doing bridal things, or visiting her fiance. Dawn and I have had some fun trips buying little things like ribbon and material for favors, helping her check out a Photobooth place, being there when she got her dress and laughing as we checked out some funny sunglasses at a party store.

Dawn and I have always been sort of buddies. I was her mother and raised her for sure, but we have always had fun together. I played dolls with her and taught her how to do paper cutting. We have spent many happy hours shopping till we drop. How am I going to replace my best girlfriend? I know it's not supposed to be that way, but it just is with us. She feels the same way, I think. At least she said so in a Mother's Day poem way back when.

There is going to be a big hole at our house soon. Yes, I get my closet back, but that doesn't make up for losing her. Oh, she will still be in the area, at least for awhile. Still, it will never be like it is now. A daughter is a special person. My daughter is amazing. She makes me laugh. She is unique in all the world. I can't wait to see her on her wedding day in her gorgeous dress.

So Dawn, I wish you and Dave all the best in the world. Be sure to come over sometime and we'll go shopping.


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