She is gorgeous…like, stop-in-your-tracks, drop-what-you’re-doing-and-stare kind of gorgeous. She’s always been that beautiful…even when she was a little girl. Even when she had
big huge framed glasses and crazy, frizzy, curly hair.
She tells me that she has always looked up to me…and still does. I feel honored that someone as remarkable and intelligent as her looks up to me. She is astonishingly smart, yet, the thing I don’t think she quite understands is this…
…I look up to her and admire her so much. More than she can comprehend.
She has helped so many people. She has helped find homes for the unfortunate people who didn’t have anywhere to go. She has helped women find hope that have been living a difficult lifestyle. She is only twenty-three, yet her clients look to her for advice and understanding. She means the world to them, and to anyone that has the pleasure to know her. She means the world to me.
She has grown up to become one of the most amazing people I know.
I’m sorry that I cannot be there with her as she crosses the stage tonight, but I will be there in spirit.
Maggie, I love you, and I am so proud of you. Keep inspiring.
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