Sometimes I forget to tell her how proud I am of her...for the big things and the little things. Sometimes I spend too much time thinking about how she could have lost her glasses...again... and not enough time realizing she always comes down early in the mornings to say "hi". I forget that when she's really in despair, she will come to me with wet eyes and ask if we can go into a room to be alone and "talk" and that it always feels better afterwards. Sometimes I think too much about how we're different and not enough about how much a piece of me she is.

Sometimes I forget to remember how lucky I am to have her as a daughter.