My funny, sarcastic, insightful, level headed girl is fourteen today! There isn’t a day that goes by that she doesn’t make me laugh, make me think, and make me proud to be her momma. There is so much to love about this girl I hardly know where to begin.
I love how comfortable she is with herself and that she isn’t afraid to like what she likes and be who she is while still leaving room for others to be themselves as well.
I love that she is happy to simply be fourteen and is confused (and also annoyed) by those who think acting older is the same thing as being mature.
I love that she can lose herself in a book and hardly leaves the house without one.
I love that she can watch Netflix for hours and sees nothing incongruous about loving both Sherlock and The Nanny.
I love that we share so many common interests, especially when it comes to TV and books.
I love that she is proud and happy of her small town while still appreciating all that lies outside this tiny corner of the world.
I love that all of this is effortless for her and she doesn’t need to think about it or remind herself, it just is.
But here’s the best part, the thing that I love most. I not only love this girl I genuinely like her and enjoy spending time with her (which is good since we spend a LOT of time together). And I love that she seems to feel the same way.