Tuesday, April 16, 2013


Oh how I hate goodbyes. I'm not good at them. I hate crying or feeling down. This week's goodbye was happy and sad. I cried. I laughed. I still don't know how I feel yet. 

Every time I read my dad's post on Facebook, I cry again: "Happy to know God Almighty has promised to watch over our sweet daughter Monica, but it is a sad day for her earthly dad. Love you Moni and will be praying fervently for you each day."

I'm so proud of this girl here. She's going to make us all proud. She's going to kick butt. Because that's who she is. 

And the countdown begins. 65 days until I hear her voice again.