My baby turns 16 in 6 days. Wow. Just typing that makes me want to cry. Like heaving sobs. It's not at all that I don't want her to grow up because I am enjoying each stage a little more than the last with her, but I know that some day she is going to leave me. My child feels called to "French speaking African nations". I know a little French myself, however, so she won't be shakin' me off for long. And I've always wanted to travel.
This child's first phrase was 'me do it!'. She is independent and strong and loves Jesus more than anyone I've ever known. She is wise beyond her years and even though she is extremely busy, she is learning to find balance in her life.
I'm kind of proud of her. Kind of.
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