My girl turned 14 today.

I may be having a tiny bit of trouble getting my head around that.

When she turned 10, I wrote this.

When she turned 12, I wrote this.

And now for 14, I am just speechless.

I can only say:

She’s awesome.

She’s keeps turning more awesome.

She’s a lot like me.  And yet nothing like me.  Which is exactly how it should be.

She’s smart, she’s beautiful, she’s talented, she’s insanely witty and funny and just so very herself.

I love her always.

I am increasingly aware that our days together (in a day-in-day-out sense) are numbered.  I don’t like that part one bit.

I am excited to see where she goes.  But I’m super glad that she’s not going yet.

Happy birthday, baby.