14

This one turned 14 on Wednesday.  That means I had my first baby 14 years ago.  I feel like I've always been a mom but I don't feel like it's been so many years.  She had a great birthday.  Her friends were uncharacteristically sweet and she was grateful for everything and every good wish she was given. 

She's got a lot of adventure ahead and I'm beginning to realize that those adventures are going to continue to pull her away from home, family, and childhood.  I'm confident that she's ready and that she knows she can always pick up the phone and I'll be there in a heartbeat.  I love the stuffing out of her.

She's still a pain in my butt, though... and I in hers, I'm sure.