We gathered last night to celebrate your 15th birthday. I can't believe it's been 15 years since you were born. Your first year of life seemed to last forever but time has accelerated at warp speed since then. It seems like just yesterday you were the inconsolable baby that wouldn't even let me take a shower without crying. You seemed to need me more than any of your siblings. I think I needed
you right back. As a preschooler, you talked incessantly. You said the funniest things. At 15, you say a lot less. I find myself missing those days when you would talk my ear off. Thankfully, you are not too old or too cool to tell me you love me every time you leave the house. I pray that day never comes, but either way I hope you always know, that I love you too.