How can it be?

It seems like just yesterday you were wrapping your tiny fingers around mine. You looked like an angel with the bow balanced precariously atop your almost bald baby head. I nuzzled your neck, and with that I was quite sure I now knew what heaven smelled like. I have watched you grow, and I can't help but look back with regret, because I have not always been the mother that you needed. I can only hope that one day you will bless me with the forgiveness I so clearly do not deserve. I try not to dwell on my mistakes, and I strive daily to meet your expectations and to make you as proud of me as I am of you. We made it through diapers, bed wetting, basketball, softball, and so much more. Now we are buying class rings, preparing for graduation, and looking at colleges. I am so proud of the young woman you have become in spite of me...