I never understood why people cry at weddings until I saw Clara trying on her prom dress tonight. The same little girl who used to smear my lipstick all over her face, now standing tall and radiant—almost a woman. I wanted to tell her how beautiful she looked, how proud I am of the person she’s becoming... but I just grumbled about the price tag and straightened her collar. She rolled her eyes and said, 'I know, Mom. You love me.' Hmph. When did she get so perceptive?

Time moves too fast. Hold your people close—even if you pretend you’re just adjusting their shirt.