I can hardly believe that you’re 15 already. In 6 more months you can start learning to drive. And in 3 more years you’re outta here! Yowza!
This last year with you has been fabulous. You rocked your freshman year – even your college class! You are so smart and amazing. I love that you know what you’re passionate about and that you’re pursuing it. But at the same time you’re flexible… you’re willing to explore other classes – like the history of rock ‘n’ roll. I can’t wait to see how you do next year.
You continue to have a great sense of humor. I love that you’re willing and able to laugh at yourself. Never take yourself too seriously.
Every year when I write your letter I try to define who you are… it’s not easy. You’re bigger than life. Passionate, caring, sensitive, strong, smart, beautiful, funny. You’re amazing.
I remember the day that we brought you home from the hospital. I put you on my bed and just stared at you. I couldn’t believe they let me leave the hospital and take you home… I mean, I had no idea what I was doing. I was now responsible for another human being. That’s huge.
I think I did okay. You’re alive. You have all of your fingers and toes. You haven’t eaten anyone or set any fires. So we’re good. And now you’re figuring it out for yourself. Learning to set your own boundaries, building your own relationships, being responsible and trustworthy. And you know what? You’re doing okay. You’re alive. You have all of your fingers and toes. I’m so proud of you.
I love you Chickie!