My daughter is now a teenager. I’ve been saying that since Friday, when it became official. It’s a bit surreal to know that I’ve been raising a child for 13 years. Watching her mature. Seeing her continually develop new interests. I feel honored to have such a clear view of her growing up right before my eyes. There are times where I miss when she was just a baby, but I’m equally as joyful to see how she continues to develop into her own person. She mentioned at the last minute that she wanted a slumber party. Last ...
