My baby girl is about to walk the stage and get her diploma. Yes, the same one that started kindergarten just last week. (Or so it seems.). I am so proud of her accomplishments. She graduates something cum laude. (It's been a long week--I am not sure on the details.). She has probably got a semester's worth of college credits under her belt already. She is bravely moving to the freshman (freshwoman?) dorm at University of North Georgia. This dorm sounds like the ones of yesteryear--like, say, 1990 Berry College. She will share the room with her bestie, and share a hall bathroom with, um, many others! Dorm life is the best, and she will love it. I warned her, "You go to the bathroom to brush your teeth, and you are there for 30 minutes because you were catching up with four hall mates, hearing all the tea!" It is like nothing else.
The best thing about Cate is that God has given her a strong faith, and she lives it. She does not just talk it, read it, and learn about it, although she does do that as well. But she lives a life of love toward her parents, her siblings, and her friends. Some man is going to be lucky to get her someday, and she will raise little children that change the world. Just the predictions of a very biased, but usually right, mom.
For fun, I am including a limerick poem that I wrote for her 18th birthday. Two important things to know so that you can enjoy this prize-winning poetry experience to the utmost: 1, her middle name is pronounced Jo-Ann. 2, "Joshua" is a reference to singer Joshua Bassett, Cate's star crush.
To My Favorite Birth Child, Catherine Joan Burwell
There once was a daughter named Cate
She was born eleven days late
Petite as could be
Fit my arms perfectly
This was the one for whom I'd prayed
There once was a girl, Catie Jo
With words she was always a pro
Cracker was her first
And many a Bible verse
My, her vocabulary did grow
There once was a girl named Joan
I swear I am her biggest fan
The girl writes SONGS
With a keyboard she belongs
And a pink ukelele in hand
There once was a Mini-me-a
But more talented than I'll ever be-a
Blond hair, blue eyes, big brain!
It's true, she's my twin
Did you see her in this year's Mamamia?
There once was a girl named Burwell
This one, I know her quite well
Her childhood's at an end
But she is becoming my friend
And good news, Joshua, she's legal!