I Have Been Blessed With My Husband’s Daughter
And today is her thirtieth birthday
I have to rave a bit about my daughter.
I know she isn’t my daughter by blood. I didn’t even know her when she was a little girl. But, she is still my daughter, even if it’s by marriage.
My daughter, Kelsey. I love her.
When I first met her, I was so nervous. She was living in Santa Cruz at the time, and her dad and I flew down to see her.
Mike was very casual about it, but that’s how he is with most everything.
Me? I wanted to make a good impression because I liked, nay loved, this man with whom I’d been spending most of my time. But I think I did pretty good at keeping my cool.
We drove to her apartment and out walks this beautiful girl with alabaster skin and strawberry-colored hair, with a sweet demeanor and an open heart. I liked her immediately.
She was accepting of me, even though I was just another woman who was coming into her life through her dad.
We spent the weekend on walking in downtown and on the Santa Cruz boardwalk, and window shopping in Carmel. We sat in a nice courtyard restaurant and had a great dinner. We left for home, and she gave me a big hug. I didn’t see her for a while after…
