I am in Northern California again, staying with my sister, and loving on her two grand-babies, while spending some one on one time with my daughter Tessa, before she heads off to college. It’s a strange time of letting go and connecting all at once. There are certainly similarities between the grand babies and my own two girls, who are close in age, (although not nearly as close as the grand babies). Still, the toddler and baby scenario remains fresh in my mind, and is a time I cherish. It’s fun to relive the old days while proudly watching the beautiful women my girls are becoming.
Yesterday we went over to San Francisco just to walk the neighborhood of where Tessa will spend the next four years, and it was beautiful. You couldn’t have asked for a better day weather wise. Everyone was out walking, brunching, or taking a run through the park. I can picture Tessa there so easily, and I think it served to reaffirm for both of us, that she has chosen the best school for her future.
While Tessa and I are up here, Tori is home with my sister, working at a performing arts summer camp. I miss her, and yet I am so proud of how she is handling herself. Both girls have really matured this year and they are fun to be with. I am very lucky