One snowy Sunday night you came into my life making me the happiest woman on the planet. The next morning the rising sun turned the mountains a glorious pink . I thought they were becoming beautiful just for me. The lovely rose colored Rockies were a symbol of the happiness I felt. It was a magical time when I was blessed with a wonderful, beautiful baby girl.
You were always in a hurry; crawling with lightning speed, walking at nine months, and talking a blue streak in sentences. No time for baby talk for you.
Then the toddler, Gail, became the very bright school girl excelling in everything she did.
This is a picture of your first day of school. I hope you will forgive me for telling the story behind the picture.
You were tall for your age and quite advanced. Because your birthday fell in January I assumed that you were too young to start first grade and I enrolled you in kindergarten. You were so excited to be starting school. When you came home that afternoon I asked you how you liked school. You replied emphatically, "It's just dumb. All we did was color and play in the sand box. I could do that at home. I wanted to learn to read and write." You started first grade the next day and I never regretted my decision to advance you. You were always a jump ahead of me and still are.
With bewilderment I watched you emerge from childhood into an accomplished teenager. You were a successful scholar, accomplished musician, and a lovely young lady. I never knew where your talents came from, but was so proud of them. (Mother's are entitled to brag.)
The school girl grew into the wonderful woman you have become. Still very bright and caring, you continue to make me proud. You are my blessing.
And now you are a mother of teenagers yourself. You are my daughter and my best friend.