Lucy,
I feel like I am writing to an adult. You are so incredibly independent. Especially since you returned from Fiji. I think it made you feel like you could do anything, which is great for you and sad for me. You started your junior year at Olympus, this time NOT on the cheer team. You still work at Swizzle (formerly Park 5) and you have grown into a beautiful, headstrong woman. You still are closest with Addie Wride, but also sporadically hang out with former cheer friends. Yesterday you spent the afternoon with Eva Salazar. Then you went straight to work, which means I only saw you right before bed. I am glad that you are going at life on your own, but I also feel an incredible sense of urgency to make sure I teach you everything you need to know before you really leave the next. The problem is that you don't really want to listen. In fact, I might be your least favorite person ever these days. I try to hug you and tell you I love you often, so hopefully those things will stay with you, rather than all the times i've screwed up. Love you, Lu. Don't forget us on your way to the top!
mom
