Today my only girl is 13.
She has grown up so much in the last year, and yet I still have so much I want her to know.
I want her to dream bigger-than-life dreams but I want her to stay close to me.
I am alternately bursting with pride in the young woman she is becoming and rolling my eyes at the stubborn teen that is all huffs and sass.
I am incredibly thankful for her.
Mary Polly’s actual birthday will be pretty low key because we have planned a grand adventure to which she and I are counting down the days.
A dream come true.
And as dream trips tend to do, I hope it will spur on in her a wanderlust that will take her to faraway places on her own.
I hope she will go…
There and back again.
To share her stories with me.