I remember standing on the other side of the glass, at the hospital nursery, staring at this little face, swaddled in a blanket. I stood there, for what seems like an eternity, soaking in, the new purpose of my life. At first glance, I lost my heart to a little girl who I named Jasmine.
That was 26 years ago. Today, my little Jasmine is all grown up, with an MBA behind her, a big girl job, and a big girl relationship. However, nothing has changed. She still has me wrapped around her little finger. Yes, she is a Daddy’s girl. In every sense of the word.
Her mom did an incredible job, raising a smart and independent young lady. My advice to her from the time she was little? Never be economically depend on a man.
More than her intellect, I am touched by her kindness, her desire to always give back, and her iron clad work ethic. The last one clearly part of her gene pool, thanks to her mom. Like her Mom, Jazzy is a tad psycho about her pups. The apple rarely falls far from the tree!
We talk every day. I always complain that I don’t see her enough. She vehemently disagrees. I am tremendously proud of this young lady. My sense is that, with God’s good grace, the best is yet to come. Funny how my greatest weakness is also my greatest joy.
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