Not quite grown.

There's a lot of Teenageritis going on in my house these days. She's almost 15, she rolls her eyes. Often. She is sure her younger siblings are here on earth just to annoy her. She spends a lot of time in her room. She texts. A lot. She thinks I don't understand or remember what it feels like to be almost 15. Her dad is worried that she she'll speak in mumbled one word answers for the rest of her life. 

She is also an honor student. She is a hard worker. She's excelling on the swim team. She started school this year in a new state, as a Freshman, not knowing one person and still received 10 votes towards becoming team captain.  She is dependable. She is responsible. She has moxie. I'm in awe of her bravery most days. 

Crazy girl

Sat in line with me to see Santa. She looks excited, yes?

Beautiful in every way.

She still likes to crawl into Mama's bed when she's sick.

 I had to resist the very strong temptation to crawl in next to her and snuggle.