All those years ago when it was just my farmer boy and me, and we would talk about making babies, we never ever thought about making teenagers. Never! We planned for chubby little cherubs that we would dress in cute tie dyed onsies and wrap in woolly blankets. We never ever chatted about kids who would buy their own clothes, and have their own styles.
And yet here she is, thirteen years later, filled to the brim with her own styles and opinions and ways. Almost as tall as me. Desperate for more independence and at the very same time for big strong boundaries.
She's a joy!
She's going to challenge me.
I adore her.
I feel incredibly proud of her.
I now pronounce the next stage of parenting open!!
Happy birthday Ind.