15

Today one of my best friends, one of my teachers, one of the people God uses to speak to me, my first born is 15 years old.

I didn't believe it when people would say enjoy, because time flies.  And here we are 15 years later.  Wow.  That's not to say I am no longer enjoying her.  I do.

I enjoyed her chubby cheeks when she was a baby...looking at her with baby food all over her face as she tried to feed herself...watching her take her first steps...hearing her sweet voice making up words, then trying to say things we could actually understand (God made aminals!)...watching her onstage at school plays and programs...seeing her in the role of big sister...cooking with her and ending up white from throwing flour at each other while we laugh and end up rolling on the floor...seeing her start to notice boys...seeing her fall in love with Jesus...teaching her how to drive...hearing about her dreams to be a chef...now a missionary and a Doctor...

I am thankful for who she is and who she wants to be.  I don't care what career she chooses as long as it is the path she feels God is calling her to take.  I want her to have peace.  I want her to be filled with joy.  I want her to allow herself to be loved by God so she can pour the love He gives her onto those who cross her path.

Happy You day Alex.  You make me a better person every day.  I love you.  Mama.