Kid turned the big 1-0 yesterday.
Every time I sit down to compose a post about it, I start to cry.
Not because I'm sad she growing up, on the contrary, every year she grows more and more into the most loyal and loving friend I've ever known.
I cry because my love for her, and her impact on my life, is too overwhelming to verbalize.
She's had a hard load to carry physically and mentally and emotionally.
She's had epilepsy, a cataract, two eye surgeries, abdominal migraines, OCD, she's had two major out-of-state moves leaving all her friends behind, been in a car accident, witnessed a hold up, and lived through a tornado... and she's only just ten years old!
So maybe it is no surprise that she is wise beyond her years.
Or that she watched Pride and Prejudice last weekend and totally got it. I mean she was laughing hysterically. And that's with the satire, sarcasm, and the old fashioned British dialogue and the fast mumbly delivery!
God, I love that girl.
If you lived nearby you'd totally want to come over and park yourself on the couch near her station (the good chair and ottoman under the good light where she seemingly speed reads a novel a day, her spent books and used kleenexes littering the ground around her feet) and let her cheer you to no end with her witty and bitingly sarcastic remarks about anyone who may have wronged you that day.
When you laugh she will suppress a prideful smile behind her book, but her eyes will glint like diamonds.
This girl is smart and fiercely loyal.
She didn't get a lick of my physical genes but as she says...
"Thank God I got your personality!"
Through nature or nurture she does... but infinitely better.
She has a confidence, sense of self, and a pure motiveless and selfless spirit of giving and kindness that I can only play act at.
Childhood hasn't been a walk in the park for her, but I have a feeling adulthood will suit her quite well.
And I fully intend to live next door, so I don't have to miss a minute of it.