In 80 days, our youngest daughter graduates from high school and begins her journey into the world. I am excited for her. I’m proud of her and her choices. She’s a delightful young lady who will certainly do great things.
In 80 days, my role as “Mom” will change: no more early morning alarms, packed lunches, planned dinners, school plays, sleep-overs or emergency runs to Forever 21.
In 80 days, my Mark and I will have completed the goal of raising our two daughters into strong, independent women.
In 80 days, Mark and I will plan our next adventure.
In 80 days, our daughters’ roots and wings will take over and our nest will be empty. Well, the nest will be empty about 20 days later.
In 80 days, I will need a big, giant, long-lasting, sincere, empathetic hug.
Aloha,
Denise
