We are all on this crazy journey called life. At times we laugh and times we cry. It's easy to share fun, quick stories, but that wouldn't be true to who I am.
Foreign Service is not the point of my blog, but living in different cultures affects even the most mundane tasks.
Similarly, MS crept in and forced me to look at life through a different lens. At times, this silent disease becomes constraining. Thus, my perspectives are filtered through pain.
As you read I hope you can see my heart.
Just like every mom in the universe, I looked at my daughter ready for her first prom and wondered "When did my little girl grow up?". I thought of her blue eyes, twinkling with excitement while we waited for her date to arrive. Those eyes used to look up at me in wonder as we snuggled together on the couch reading her favorite book. Eyes that would question me about the little chicks running around the yard or in trust me as she grabbed my finger and we ran across the street. Her eyes expressed so much when I left her on that first day of school, not knowing who she would be friends with or what her teacher would be like. Lately those eyes have been looking towards the future. I see her own dreams and desires beginning to be fulfilled as she researches, plans and prepares. But tonight I see a twinkle of joy and happiness. A night to put thoughts of homework, the ACT and college applications aside and enjoy a night she will remember forever.