Somewhere along the line, my smallest baby, tiniest toddler, and most petite little girl grew. And grew. And now she looks me in the eye and we measure our differences in height in not inches but by fractions of an inch. She’ll pass me sooner than later.
And today, she turned 16. Her new driver’s license says she’s 5’6”. My heart says she’s big. I’m determined not to break my resolve and cry on a birthday, but man. This one is getting to me. She’s pulling away, getting bigger, having opinions of her own. She’s as respectful and kind as always, but just seeing this trade off from girl to woman is scary and exciting and sad and amazing all at the same time.
She passed her her driving test today, first try. She took Blaine’s 1988 GMC pickup to do it. It’s as beaten up as they come, but it runs great and it’s the smallest vehicle we own. For parallel parking, small is good!
Having spent yesterday dealing with the stomach bug the majority of my kids have dealt with last week and this, we were afraid today would be wretched. But she woke up well and feels fine again. We did postpone cake for the weekend. We weren’t sure it was a good plan to throw sugar at the stomach that kept nothing down for many hours the day before.
Liberty Skye is a joy and a delight. She’s officially a licensed driver. She’s hard working, kind, soft spoken, and compassionate. She loves her horse, her siblings, and Jesus. I’m so thankful for her.
Happy birthday, dear girl. You are so loved.