Wednesday, August 1, 2012
13 year old girl
13 years ago wasn't yesterday, but the day Ava came is still a completely vivid story I can play over in my mind. She has blown me away each and every year of her growth and now she is a teenager and I am happy. I am happy that she is happy. And strong and smart and deeply beautiful throughout. I don't worry about her - well, I mean, in that way that we worry about whether our kids will lead happy lives, I don't I worry about her practically every minute, but that is about silly stuff, like whether or not she will drop something heavy on her foot, or land funny jumping off the trampoline.
I would have liked to be her friend when I was 13.