Well, first off, typing out "13 years old" about kills me. It truly does.
How can it be possible that I am mama to a teenager? Wanna know a secret? Sometimes *I* still feel like a teenager.
Oh Sissy, it seems like just yesterday that you were six years old.
My tiny dancer.
My little girl.
And I could not be prouder of the young woman you've become.
You know what you want, and aren't one little bit afraid of chasing down your dreams.
You are YOU.
And you don't apologize for it, or let anyone else influence it. As someone who cares an awful lot of what others think, I greatly respect
that about you.
While I miss those days that you were tiny, I adore the fact that as you get older we have so much that we get to do together.
Our endless chats are my favorite.
I could listen all day long to your thoughts, dreams, and goals.
You have a beautiful outlook on life, and I am so blessed to spend every minute with you.
Happy 13th Birthday, Sierra Elizabeth.
I hope this year is the very best, sweet girl! Love you to the moon!!