I remember when I first met you. You were only a few hours old – I had been awake for hours, waiting to fly down. We had picked a date between the two due dates my sister had been given…..Sept. 17th.
On the 16th I got a call from the B-I-L, I had a brand new niece (#4, if we’re counting). I was so excited, it was hard to get through the next day at work. I anxiously counted down the hours till my flight.
And there you were….
And here you are now…. sixteen. When the heck did that happen? I am astounded at the young woman you are. You are so self assured. You are funny. You are sweet. You are smart. I don’t ever remember being sixteen and being those things. I am in awe.
It’s a big year for you – sixteen on the sixteenth – a champagne year. It’s a year of travel for you; which I hope inspires you to always travel, to search and explore. Always.
You are my sweet and crazy Mack – and I love you. Don’t ever change.