Panic

Yesterday, while shoveling in "sketti's"
I suddenly went into a panic. What if this cute-faced
person grows up & becomes independent
enough that she won't need to call me every day?
What oh what do you do then? I do
believe the life of a mother is
is a treacherous one. Then I got to thinking how
much she has changed in just one year. I am putting this
following picture on here so you can see for yourself. If
she changes this much in one year,
what will happen in 17?