My girls

I am becoming a little sad.
This whole graduation/moving on/leaving things behind/growing up thing is coming at me fast.
I think I just realized how much I'm going to miss it all. The hallway laughter, eating lunch at a lunch-table, asking my little brother to help me with  my math homework, giggling at the funny idiosyncrasies of all of my wonderful teachers, somehow convincing Aunty Dana to give me a Friday lunch (she's such a sweetie), being pushed till I feel like pretending to be sick to stay home, all of the senior duties, being able to sow into little ones, asking Aunt Janet if she has any mints (and she always does), chatting with the moms who volunteer at school (many of which feel like second mothers to me), furiously cramming with my classmates when a big test is only minutes away, singing at the top of our lungs like no one's around, being able to go outside and bask in the sun during a study hall.
But most importantly I'm going to heartily miss all of these women in my class who have taught me, in their own ways, how to be a daughter. I've never felt so close to Daddy in my entire life and I know it's from watching all of their examples and learning how to take on true daughterhood. How precious these girls are to me. With their bubbly laughter and gracious hearts, I couldn't ask for more beautiful classmates. Their motherly tenderness and concern has kept me on the straight and narrow these past two years. Their pure love and unblemished spirits have affected mine in a way they could never imagine. I can honestly, and with a full heart, say that the women in my class have changed my life forever. They've been my girls from my very first days, when I was insecure and lonely and hungry for something more. Though I know I'm not abandoning them I'm taking the first steps towards parting and my heart aches a little. Like there's something inside that's being torn off. I know it's just a corner of the napkin, but I like that corner, in fact I love that corner and I don't want to lose it. I know God plans on replacing it with new things but for now I'm not used to it, and my heart hurts. Oh how I need His grace to keep moving on.
 I think I'll stop now and thank you if you read all that. It was quite a rant and you should be proud of yourself for getting through it.

Sincerely,

Jaelle the Torn