Watching my little girl graduate from high school was one of those moments that feels both surreal and deeply grounding all at once. I saw flashes of her younger self in every step she took—first days of school, scraped knees, bedtime stories—now standing taller, more confident, ready to step into the world. The pride I felt wasn’t just about the diploma or the cap and gown, but about the person she’s become through years of hard work, resilience, and quiet determination.

As a parent, you spend so much time guiding, worrying, and hoping you’re doing enough, and in that moment, it all comes together. There was pride, yes, but also gratitude and a tender ache knowing this chapter is closing. Watching her celebrate this milestone reminded me that while she may always be my little girl, she’s also a young woman carving her own path—and I couldn’t be more proud of her or more excited to see what comes next. 💛