I've been walking around in a strange daze all afternoon thinking the same words over and over again: That's my girl.
She felt more amazement about it than pride. During training today, she asked if I'd ever done the same thing and I told her about my X-wing drowning in the swamps of Dagobah. But I couldn't wipe the smile off my face when I told her about it. I just kept looking at her and thinking: That's my girl. That's my apprentice. And she's learning, and she's getting through this, and she's going to be my first Jedi Knight. And I won't be alone anymore.
She complains, but inside, she loves it.
Then just before we left the clearing, she reached over and combed my hair back from my eyes. She was whining about my haircut again and nagging at me that she
