So Proud of You

This old gal…

Feels like it was yesterday…when that oldest daughter of hers…would inevitably forget her gym clothes on PE day…trumpet on band day…or needed help outlining a chapter in history…

A blink of the eyes…and she’s running wedding prep like a pro…organizing…delegating…orchestrating…making **it happen…

This old gal forgets…these girls of hers…have grown up…and this bride has morphed from fifth grade forgetful…to experienced college orientation planner…to successful wedding event creator…

As wedding goers arrived on the scene…meetings were held where allocations were discussed…packets had been printed with spreadsheet instructions…colored pens available for personal highlighting…

But bumblehead mother of the bride…could not…no matter what…remember the term allocations…it being too trendy…or professional…who knows…but the little niggle would just keep pecking…what’s that word again…atonements…accoutrements…allotments…those patient daughters of mine…allocations…allocations…allocations…

It truly became laughable…

Finally…out of desperation…generalization was necessary…jobs…I say…I’m just going to call them jobs…or tasks…one replied…they could be called tasks…

Whatever they were called…allocations…tasks…jobs…we got them all done…and turned an empty venue…into regal glory…

Thanks to the skills of that daughter of mine…of which this old gal…is in awe…
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And those sisters of hers…agree…