A couple of weeks ago a coworker asked me what I was most proud of. My reply was simple; It’s not a thing I am most proud of but a who I am most proud of. The who I am referring to is my daughter.
Yep, my beautiful unplanned blue eyed taller than me scholar. I could not be more proud of anyone else but my baby girl. Yes, I could go on and on and gush about my daughter but I won’t.
Just know she is amazing.
She is my pride and joy!
I miss the bajesus out of her while she is away at college.
But in a few short weeks she will be home for the summer.
I can wait!
In the mean time — she is whom I am the most proud of or what I am the most proud of.
Proud Mama Bear