My big girl, my biggest girl, is 14. Max and I have spent quite a lot of the evening saying this in awe.
And she looks so beautiful in that picture too, growing into the young woman she is becoming. She feels like a young woman, another adult in the house really.
A grown up DVD, a set of dance clothes she chose herself, rainbow dance pumps that make a smile, a beautiful smile, like that.
14 years ago I was reeling and wondering if the little face I could see in front of me would ever smile in a way that made her happy. These days I don’t even think of things like that on birthdays. Fran is an inspiration to me; confident, comfortable, clever, convivial. She is everything I worried that her cleft would hold her back from being. She’s a marvel. A life full of friends, a body that can do whatever she wants it to do, a heap of dreams and ideas and excitement and a future at her feet.
I’m so proud of her.
I’m so proud that she still loves to spend time with us, that she is a beautiful sister, kind, loving, supportive and a leader in the making. She’s making having a teenager a walk in the park. I only hope the others are watching and learning from her lead.
I love that the best present we gave her today was letting her cook the BBQ, safely inside a pen to protect the visiting toddler. It looks a bit like domestic servitude
I love that the friends visiting today and her sisters all made her limericks. I love that she shared her birthday sweets with her school friends. I love that she was pleased to be home and spending the rest of the day with us.
Beautiful girl. The girl it all started with. Love her.