All Grown Up - Senior Night

It's senior night for the basket ball stars.
They graduate in May and all drive cars.
Just yesterday they were putting sand in jars.
Soon they will leave going from here to Mars.

 Our oldest grand daughter, Brayle, is a senior.   Seems like yesterday at the age of two, I was teaching her the song, I Love to See the Temple.  As we drove in the car, we would sing it at the top of our lungs.   She sang with such earnestness.   She has done the same in all that she does, earnestly.

I have watched her play Junior Jazz since she was nine and now she is finishing her last year as a senior and star of the girl's basketball team.  How exciting to see her grow and develop her skills.   Shooting 100 free throw shots, she made 75 plus.   That's is very good.  She is tall and loves to compete.  The ball has become a close friend, obeying her direction and trying, like a child to follow her commands.   We are so proud of the example she is and the great young lady she has become.   We love you, Brayle.