I just wanted to tell you how proud I was last Saturday, as I watched you sit with the gentleman conducting your admissions interview at Smith and Wesson University here in the lovely state of Oregon.
You were poised and articulate, and I had to force myself to see you as the beautiful young woman you have become, and not the pig-tailed tomboy I watched throw mud balls at her sister in the back yard.
I was so very proud of the fact that both the admissions counselor (and the college coach who met us there) had only glowing things to say about you, and your interview.
It sure is a good thing they weren’t at our house Friday night when you unleashed the screaming, hormonally-charged banshee rant upon your mother.
But then, they didn’t ask you to clean the kitchen now, did they?