My girl was sixteen yesterday. Her cold, blustery, mid winter entrance into my life is indelible. Mostly, I remember looking at her tiny fingers and toes and finally understanding how different it felt to be a mother to a daughter, having birthed my first two bouncing baby boys. I felt the weight of hopes and dreams and responsibility, and as I grew to know this little bundle of joy, my desire to help and guide her has not waned one bit.
I’ve come to realize that I can only take one day at a time, live my life well and be an open door and a semi open book for her. I want for her to live in the moment. I want for my girl to be her own best friend and have clear and healthy relationships. I want her to know that she’ll teach people how to treat her by what she allows, what she stops, and what she reinforces. (Tony Gaskins) But mostly I want her to know how truly powerful and beautiful and terrific she is and to keep investing in herself by growing and learning. Capra comes to mind . . . a divine mingle mangle of guts and star shine. She’s mine and I love her.
Wow . . . what happens when you have competitive high school athletes playing musical chairs. Wowie Wow.
Juliana (my niece) and Isaiah.
Delicious cake made by my family’s special occasion baker, Linda Lee from Hanover, PA. She amazing, a great value , and yes, I will share her number with you:)
Absolute Entertainment’s Steven Hartka was our dj for the evening. The affable Steven is current, mixes his own mash ups and knows how to keep a party rolling. Did I mention talented?? Icing on the cake? Family friend, recording artist Jim Cabral stopped by to sing Stephen Curtis Chapman’s Cinderella for my girl, before Kristi’s amazing group of friends danced, limboed, and hide and seeked their way into the night.
Nothing like a good party on a cold winter’s night.