I’m so proud of you. Those are words I’ll never tire of. I will strive every day of my life to make her proud. I will root for her to reach her own goals the way she does with mine. I will be her biggest fucking cheerleader until I’m ninety-two and forget my own name. Even then, I’ll look across the senior’s home and see those stormy blue eyes and fall in love all over again. Every day. Even if I don’t remember.
