Paris called on Saturday morning and said she wanted to come home. She boarded a SW flight a few hours later, and by 4 o’clock she was in my arms again. Even though, she’s eighteen now (it’s her half birthday today), she will always be my baby.
When I pulled up she was standing curbside in a cream colored fur coat and a pair of clear orange sunglasses. Her body language and demeanor prove that she is a strong and powerful person in her own right now, and obviously no longer a baby in any sense of the word.
I’ve watched her over the past year demonstrate tremendous strength and determination. I wish I could say that I’ve seen major strides as she’s faced adversity, but honestly, she has always been this way. A person of character; confident, smart and a very beautiful soul with a powerful intellect and sense of justice.
She has essentially not changed a whit since the first day of pre-school when the other little girls wouldn’t let her play house with them. She told me that she didn’t care because she wanted to be President of the United States instead.
Hold fast to your dreams…
Love and blessings to all.
Sydney 