It's a love/hate thing

Reality and I have a love/hate relationship. We always have, and I suppose we always will. I love Reality for the most part. But there are days when I really don't. There are days when he is nasty. He loves to taunt me. Sometimes he looks me square in the eye and punches me in the gut. That's what he did this weekend. Reality knocked the wind out of me.

Here's what I mean. My girls. They are growing up. They are becoming beautiful, strong, intelligent women. And that is all good, and exactly what I want for them. Sometimes it's just hard to believe. In my mind they will always be my babies.

This weekend was Homecoming in Houghton Lake.

Here's Chloe and her friends in the parade:



Tessa was voted the sophomore representative for the homecoming court.





Brent and I had the honor of walking her on the field at halftime.


Grandpa & Grandma even came.


This is Tessa with her good friend Ricky, who was also the sophomore representative.





The next night was the homecoming dance. Reality hit me hard again.
(Chloe with her bestfriends Alexa and Leah)







Tessa with her date Brendan, one of her good friends from downstate.




I don't know if I will ever get over the feeling of "how and when did this happen?" when I look at my girls. But that's okay. I know Reality is right there, just waiting to remind me.