Sixteen

My firstborn turned 16 last Saturday.

My 6 lb. 4 oz. teeny-tiny newborn of 16 years, 5 days and 6 hours ago has become a bright, beautiful, vivacious young woman. She is compassionate, fun-loving and outgoing, and has a joie de vivre that shines unmistakably. She is a communicator, observer and verbal processor. Her circle of friends and acquaintances is wide and varied and delightful. The Lord has stretched her introverted mother (me) extensively through her fundamental bent of "the more the merrier". :) This sixteen-year-old of mine is a thinker: she wants to know what she stands for and why, and then, to walk the talk. She's not one to back down from worthwhile challenges and tackles the things she knows she must or that which will improve her skills. She loves to drive. She has a song for every occasion. She's a good listener. She's strong without seeming like she has something to prove; confident without being cocky. She loves road trips and football, hanging out with friends, talking and texting on her cell phone, eating out, dancing, playing Guitar Hero, listening to music, writing, taking pictures, analyzing stuff of all kinds, and getting gorgeous and girlie for formals. She is perceptive, insightful, a hard worker and a delight.

Cami, you are a bright light in our lives. I've learned so much from you about loving.

Besties, right?
Love you, Mom