Miss Liberty Skye turned fifteen this week. We spent a good chunk of her birthday in the DMV making history as she took her written test to get her driving permit. She passed on the first try and walked away thrilled with the new privilege. I let her drive my big 12 passenger van the last four miles home once we got out of town. I’m think that was the highlight of the day for her.
The reaction she got from the man at the DMV filling out her info when she told him her weight would indicate he doesn’t meet many fifteen year olds well under a hundred pounds. The whole thing makes me giggle. She’s a mini!
Pierce made her a note for her birthday afterward. It detailed his fear at trusting her behind the wheel, but stated that he was feeling better now that we’d been home for awhile.
Liberty made her her own birthday cake. She wanted a “Fireworks Cake” so she took a favorite pound cake recipe and set to work. She did a great job.
Liberty is my organizer, coordinator, and right hand when it’s time to get things done. She loves horses, farm life, and is passionate about her siblings. She’s embraced her name wholeheartedly and loves all things red, white, and blue – and stars.
Strange territory we’re entering, I tell you. Driving. Tenth grade. Jobs. She can’t move out until she’s twenty five, I told her. I can’t take it!