We're all incredibly proud of her. We knew she could do it. We're all realizing she's growing up, though. We're not scared of her driving (although, maybe someone ought to be). We're scared she'll grow up and be gone too soon.
I watched her breathe. I watched her squirm in her blanket. I watched her open the biggest blue eyes I'd ever seen and look at me. From that moment on, she was mine. My baby sister.
There is a lesson for everyone coming here, I promise. I just realized I've babbled about my Lizard instead of telling my profound and somewhat genius epiphany (humility runs in the family, baby). On Part II, we'll talk about focusing of the positive. In the meantime, do you have someone you're proud of? Someone you might forget to tell?