Daughter

2/21/08


Tomorrow is my daughter’s birthday. She will be 29 years old. I will once again, not be there for her birthday. She lives in California. So far away it might as well be another country. I miss my daughter. I miss not being there for her birthday. She is out tonight with friends celebrating. She will be going out again tomorrow night with friends celebrating. Someone else will be baking her a cake. I hate that. I want to still be the one baking her cake. I want to still be the one celebrating with her. I go to movies without her now; I go shopping without her now. Getting my toes done is nowhere near as much fun as it is when she is here. I even miss arguing with her about everything and nothing.

I know this is how life is supposed to be. You are supposed to raise your children to be God-fearing, loving, kind and independent. I’m glad she is all of these things, but does it have to be in California? Why can’t it be in Birmingham, Atlanta, even somewhere in Florida? Somewhere where every once in a while, I could see her, could go to movies with her, could go shopping with her, could get my toes done with her and even, every once in a while bake her a cake. I really miss my daughter.