I can tell you what she was wearing on the first day of Kindergarten. A green skirt, red sweater and saddle back shoes.
I can remember putting her on the bus and worrying the whole morning until she came home at lunchtime.
When she was in first grade, I felt worse. I worried even more about her eating lunch at school. Would she know what to do without me there?
Fast forward 15 years. She's now graduating college. Can it be? It seems like yesterday she graduated from high school.
Yes, this weekend is a big one. My daughter gets her Bachelor in Music Education.
I know I will cry when I hear Pomp and Circumstance, the graduation song. I always do. Even if I don't know anyone graduating.
There's something about that tune and what it signifies that gets me choked up. I don't know if I am remembering my own graduation or if it's the sense of accomplishment when earning a degree.
Just like every parent, I am so proud of my daughter. She discovered her passion for music in high school. After years of playing the violin, she picked up the trumpet in her junior year and fell in love.
Now she wants to be a band director and especially enjoys teaching music to special needs students. Before she heads out on her job search, she'll be pursuing a Masters degree, possibly in music therapy. Another field that has inspired her.
I don't know what the future brings, but I know her musical talent, sweet disposition and compassion for others will make the world a better place. I can only pray, as someone once told me, that the rain that falls will be gentle.