Tomorrow Elara is starting something.
When she finishes it, she will have become a young woman.
It's wonderful, and heartbreakingly real.
I feel quite ill prepared.
Not in the I-haven't-finished-covering-her-books kind of way.
More in the I-have-to-release-her-to-become-who-she-will-become kind of way.
Love is an evolving thing.
And so I smile at the future.