Thank you for all the emails wishing my big girl a happy birthday. They were very sweet. She loved them. I asked her how sixteen felt, and she replied, "I don't feel sixteen."
I admit I laughed. I'm forty-five (closer to the six) and I don't feel that age at all. The nineties were just last week. I'm finding the older I get, the less old I feel. I wish my back felt that! My knees too. Funny, my bones seem to take it as a mission to remind that I am, in fact, forty-five.
My husband and I were crusing through Target this past weekend, and they had games in their old packaging. It was funny to us how these things are popular again.
My husband bought a Magnavox Odyssey game system the other day and he's now trying to find the right cords to play it. He was poor growing up, and his grandparents purchased a raffle ticket and won it. They in turn gave it to him and his two brothers.
I didn't even know such a thing existed until he told me about it. I remeber Atari, and I'm only five years younger than him. It's amazing to me how technology changes as fast as it does. Sometimes, I think we should use dog years when talking about it.
On Monday, my oldest turns sixteen. That number is huge for a little girl who was given zero percent chance to live when she was born.
I'm sure I've mentioned it before, but she's my miracle baby. At 22 weeks and 5 days, 11 inches long, she was the tiniest little thing. She fit in the palm of my hand.
Abby is quirky, funny, sweet, and kind. She is friendly and loving and bright. There are many times she'll find me and just hug me because that's who she is.
Most kids turning sixteen would be looking to get their license, but when asked, she said she didn't feel mature enough yet. So, she'll still be walking for a while longer.
We're planning for Monday to be a day spent running around with her doing things she'd like to do. She didn't want a big party this year.
Happy birthday to my sweet girl. It's been a blessing to be your momma for the past sixteen years.
Guess who's late sending out this newsletter? Me. Even after being reminded by my wonderful assistant, Kami. She gently reminded me this morning, and I still managed to be late.
I got new glasses this week. Progressive bi-focals. Oh. My. Word. My brain is struggling to figure these things out. They are weird glasses. The place where I bought them said to give it a week to two weeks, and I'm not sure I can. I love the frames. They're so light and they don't hurt my head, but these lenses? They are for the birds. I hope things settle down or I might have to go back to normal glasses.
As you can tell by the cover on the left, the next Caprock Canyon book is out. I really had fun writing this one and I hope you can tell. It has a lot of references to movies, television shows, and songs that I love. And, actually, I think a lot like that. I can't count the number of times people say things to me and I've got a quote or song lyric floating through my head.
Okay, it's the weekend, and time to regroup for the next week. Personally, I need more than two days to regroup. I need a pre-regroup before I get to the actual regroup.