13 . . . REALLY?????

Let's go back in time . . .

13 years ago . . .

It snowed the day before Thanksgiving.

Remember?

13 years ago . . .

My youngest brother played his last high school basketball game.

13 years ago . . .

We watched the movie Independence Day.

13 years ago today . . .

I became a mother.

Seriously. . . She looks ticked. They woke her up from a wonderful deep sleep. Redressed her. Denied her food. Then they took her picture.

I'd be ticked too.

And now 13 years later we have this . . .

Apparently she forgave us for the injustices she endured . . . because she is smiling.

Whew.

So far so good . . . We have officially survived one day with a teenager in the house.

So far, she has no extra body piercings and no pink hair.

Whew.

Happy Birthday, Mikayla.

You love life and feel deeply.

Thank you for being you.

Thank you for being ours.