Fifteen

Today is my daughter's birthday. Fifteen years ago, at 6:31 am, after several hours of thinking I was going to die, my first-born child clawed her way to freedom.

I swear it was only yesterday.

This is what my daughter looks like when she is 15 years and one hour old:
This is what I looked like at 15 years and who knows how many hours old:

How I miss you, spiral perm. You completed my teenaged self. 

Happy birthday kid. I'm so very proud of who you are turning into and so thankful for whom you helped me become.

May this year be your very best year yet.

(Keep your feet out of my shoes and I'm sure it will be.)