It is 6:15 AM. My oldest baby just drove herself to the first day of basketball practice. She will start this day being whipped into shape to get ready for the season. You know her biggest fears in life more than anyone else:
Please help her to not throw up her guts on the gym floor.
Please help her outrun the other girls so she can be the first one in the shower (with flip-flops on!) so it's not already wet when she gets in.
And please help her incredibly rosy red cheeks (that I think are precious!) to have diminished some before first period - though we both thank you for helping us save on the cost of blush.