It's peculiar how personally familiar the picture seems. The girl in the gown resembles me, only more beautiful, and younger than I ever remember being at 17.
It's surreal to think that it's been almost 17 years since she was toddling around, her bottle hanging from her mouth as she crept along the furniture, looking for new things to explore in our small living room.
Yesterday, she loaded an overnight bag, her brother, and some friends into her Toyota Camry and drove some 150 miles to go see her dad.
I'm sad at how empty the nest feels, and so thrilled and proud that she's learning to fly.
