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.