Today’s the first day of teendom for my littlest girl. She still talks to me, and that’s encouraging, but usually only about horses, or how much she loves horses, or how I should get her a horse.
Tonight we were eating TCBY, and I commented how tall something was. “It’s about 13 hands” was her reply. Horse crazy.
However, no horse this year, and she’s OK with it (though secretly resentful, in the way I still am that I didn’t get either an airplane or a motorcycle for my 13th birthday).
Happy Birthday, honey, from all of us. You are loved more than you can know.
It’s also the birthday of one of my Aunts, so Happy Birthday Aunt Sue!