OK, ok, I know. I really need to not be writing last thing of my day. We all know it's not my sharpest time. I had another very full day.
Isabel turned 13 today. Big, big deal in a girl's life. She's now, officially a teenager. We rung in the big day with a hot pink polka dotted duvet cover, cupcakes with pink icing, and frozen yogurt with chocolate chips. I asked her if it felt like a big deal. She smiled. "Yeah. Like, I don't really FEEL different, but I know it's big."
And it is. Let's see...when I turned 13 I was in 7th grade. Only a couple months in. My hair was silky smooth and at the time I was really into God, sort of. Going to Catholic school, wearing a gold cross, being curious about all the bible stories. In one short year, I was boy crazy, in love with my best friend Carrie's older brother, sneaking cigarettes in the window of Carrie's house. Listening to Snoop Dogg's Doggystyle. I took my very first drink that year. A mix of every type of alcohol Carrie's parents had at their house...rum, vodka, tequila, gin, whiskey and triple sec. Pretty nasty stuff.
Now that I see Isabel, I couldn't possibly imagine her taking a drink, or smoking.
What a difference a teenager year makes.
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