She is woman, hear her purr.

The strongest woman I know has no big muscles, is on no athletic team, has never competed in a sport. She's the strongest, toughest feline in the cat box - and she calls me mom.
Yes...attention Walmart shoppers, she's my treasured daughter, beloved girl child.

And what is it about BGC that has demonstrated backbone beyond compare? At the tenderest, most vulnerable age she made difficult, life changing decisions. The ones that take your young life down a different path. She made them alone, all alone, and far from home. She endured a dark, long, tough patch that would have broken many adults with adult resources, skill sets and experience. And she wasn't yet old enough to order a beer to drown her sorrow.
Day after day, month after month, her feet hit the floor, and she pulled herself together to work through another day. She never folded, never quit school, never defaulted to crutches she would live to regret: no binge drinking, no drugs, no bad boy mistakes. She became thoughtful, analytical, insightful. With introspection came growth, then hope and optimism.
My princess is making her own happily ever after, as a work in progress, complete with handsome frog.

A joy to be with. A joy to live with. That is my beloved girl child.