My little one turned 15 a few days ago. 15. Like most moms, it makes me cry. But not because I am sad about her growing older. I cry because she makes me so proud. She is smart. Funny. Opinionated. Talented. Compassionate. Quirky. Dances to the beat of her own drum. Makes me laugh and makes me think and makes me question. She has this habit of looking at me and raising her eyebrows with a smirk on her face ... that look ... I know that look and it knows me. That look. I wish I could explain what it means to me. How it feels. Familiar. There are no words.
She's a big Bowie fan. She got a kick out of this when she first saw it. "Ha! He looks so proper!"
Peace.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DiXjbI3kRus&list=RDDiXjbI3kRus#t=0
boy...typo
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