I drove Teia to school for the last time today. She has finals next week, so I guess that counts. But this is it.
My thoughts on this run back to Teia's concert. Sitting there holding my youngest and watching my oldest sing. A lifetime has gone by since she was little. It wasn't just yesterday she was in diapers, that I know.
But has she seen too much? Been through too much? Does she have enough? Is she ready?
Have I failed her?
I think the appropriate answer is: plenty. I think we have all failed our loved ones more than we should have, more than we wanted to. But I'm proud that strength and wisdom and grace from her Heavenly Father outshine the shortcomings of her earthly dad.
