Why does fourteen seem so much older than thirteen?
Today we celebrated Hannah’s fourteenth birthday. I’m troubled by the passing of this day – more so than any birthday before.
Maybe it’s because she’s entering high school next month, no longer a little girl in elementary school. Maybe it’s because she only has 3/4 of an inch before she’s as tall as I am. Maybe it’s because she seems so grown up. Maybe it’s because I can count the years before she leaves me on one hand. Sigh.
This is a normal pose for Hannah these days – engrossed in her iPod downloading more music. Her allowance these days comes in the form of iTunes cards.
This is Hannah when she realizes I am paying undue attention to her with the camera.
Fourteen candles. Fourteen things I love about Hannah.
- I love her compassion for others.
- I love her willingness to help with chores without complaining. Much.
- I love her kooky sense of humor.
- I love that we like the same kind of music. (It makes her new iPod speaker that much more bearable.)
- I love her wonderful spirit of adventure she’s up for anything I can dream up.
- I love her self-confidence – she doesn’t need a crowd around her to do something.
- I love that she’s a voracious reader – I so enjoy seeing her engrossed in a book.
- I love that she likes hanging out with her parents now and again.
- I love that she’s self-motivated.
- I love that she does her own laundry. Seriously – it’s a wonderful thing.
- I love the way she cares for all the critters – dog, cats, chickens, and ducks.
- I love that she enjoys cooking. Really – she’s a great cook. I love that she enjoys cooking.
- I love her wild, beautiful, curly hair.
- I love that she’s mine!