Dearest Mya,
Happy 12th birthday! I remember 12 being such a
significant milestone in my childhood as I was Primary 6 and in my final year
of elementary school. You, on the other hand, started middle school at Station
this year!
What a shift this year has been. You’re riding your bike to
school and home, made new friends, figured out your school locker, ran cross
country, played basketball and cello, started youth group, went on your first
youth retreat and on some days came home later than me! My little bird is fluttering
her wings outside the nest now. And I’m excited, nervous, proud, happy, all at
the same time. Oh my nerves, my poor poor nerves!
You’re also wearing your teenage sass so tall and proud. Whether
it’s having to bribe you for hugs “lemonade!”, being reminded by you that “the
little girl is gone”, or putting up with “we’re not going to be close”
comments, or saying I’m so Pollyana… you’re my beautiful spirited teenage
queen.
Your love for Jane Austen, Anne of Green Gables, Wicked and
K-pop demon hunters; your ability to memorize lyrics and songs, your whackyness
and sense of humor… Oh the books you have read – so many that I’ve not in my
life, my avid reader. And I’ve so loved enjoying romantic comedies with you,
whether its wandering into the Chicago neighborhoods in While you’re sleeping,
or breezing through the streets of New York in You’ve got mail, or exploring
London and the California vineyards in The Parent trap. How I wish some day, we’ll
get to stomp around in those cities together!
I think we can safely say that we have “our restaurant” and “our
meal” now. Our dates at Viet Taste over pho are precious to me. Going through
Sex Ed Reclaimed is also meaningful. We even went to our first Christian conference
together – Fly through the Bible. And in the year to come, we’ll get to
experience SIX the Musical, and the Ellie Holcomb concert together. I’m so
excited for the many experiences we’ll get to share and memories we get to make
together.
This year, we got to celebrate your birthday with Aunt Katie
and the Dickersons. You were so sweet to Emma
Oh my dear, dear girl. You know that you’re loved for who you are, don’t you. No need for perfect scores or being right, it’s not about winning every fight – you’re mine, you’re ours, you’re His! And that’s why we love you. No conditions, no requirements. You’re part of our tribe, now and forever, always. I love you, Mya. Daddy loves you, Elliot loves you. King Jesus loves you most of all.
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