Here’s to Miss Mary
My little philosopher:
Old soul and young heart.
Today she’s with her dad celebrating her twelfth birthday. In some ways it seems she’s been thirty something since she first learned to talk. In other ways she’s delightfully young, unscathed by society and its expectations.
Twelve terrifies me. I remember how incredibly difficult that year was for me. But Mary is strong.
I know she’ll change. I know teen years are terribly hard. But she will get through. May she continue becoming the wonderful person she’s always been!
(A little speech about life, from nearly half her lifetime ago)