I was blessed with a Mama’s girl. A good one, too. At 21, she remains close to my skirts, still. Tomorrow night, my husband will board a plane from Oklahoma and be here all week. Although we talk to him several times a week, we have not seen him since 2008. On Thursday, her godfather will arrive from Connecticut. We don’t know whether her grandfather will take a bus or accept a ride from Tennessee…Her biological father died before she was born but it is lovely that these men come through for her. It is a transitional time as my youngest, my baby girl, prepares herself to walk across that stage and into her life. She simply has one final final to do and in less than a week, she will be graduating college with the first of many degrees.