All the poems, songs and spoken words I ever heard come to mind as I think about Chelsea. I remember those who talked about enjoying the moments...I did. I know about putting aside laundry and playing....I did. I was told to train her up as God wanted and to pray for her future...I did. I did all the things I knew to do and yet my sweet daughter still grew up. It was expected and sometimes anticipated (although likely more by her than me). Even still it is a surprise to realize all this time has past. Chelsea is a beautiful young woman. but in my mind she will always be my little girl:)
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