Becoming a ‘Dult

Inspire a Fire, May 7, 2012.

I tried to hide it from her, but the tears came anyway. Harder, faster, accompanied by sobs, louder than I expected. But make no mistake; they were expected.

We had just checked into our motel room. A place to recover for the night. We’d attend church the next morning. And then we would leave my daughter behind. In a dorm room. On the brink of an adulthood I hoped she was well-prepared for.

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