31yr old daughter flying alone this weekend to a city at the other end of the country, going to a concert by herself and staying in a hotel. Part of me admires her confidence but mostly I still see her as a 2yr old, walking the dark and dangerous streets. 😳 Of course I've told her that I hope she has a fabulous time, she lives independently and is also a mother herself now so what on earth is wrong with me. Do we ever stop worrying 😁