A house of teenagers.

My sweet girlie, the one I was born to raise had her big day yesterday. She was up and dressed and ready for presents before 7 am and she was well celebrated. Her school went on a field trip to a landfill, not in her honor, but a field trip is cause for celebration, where ever you go! And she got the gift she was asking for.

So some 13 years later, I feel it. Those words ring: it goes so fast.

The little bundle in my arms is now almost as tall as me, wearing mascara, noticing everything and bringing her beautiful perspective to all we do.

I am blessed. And glad to be on this part of the adventure.