A week ago she turned 15. Tomorrow we will have a party to celebrate. She’s invited 30 people. 30 people. That’s how she rolls.
This week as we were talking about the plans for the party she said, “Having many of the people I love at our house makes me really happy. I’m so excited.”
We’re having a hot dog bar and cupcakes. No decorations. She’s good with that because for her it really is all about all those people—all 30 of them—at our house at the same time.
Her happiness in contagious. If you know her, you know that.
And her love. Well, it is fierce but gentle, deep and wide, and if she loves you, you know it as surely as you know your own name.
I want to be more like her when I grow up.
She’s a dreamer with her feet firmly planted on the Truth and a heart open wide to whatever God has planned.
She wants to open an ice-cream shop one day. But if that doesn’t work out she wants to be a storm chaser or a teacher.
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