London, today you are officially a teen – but it seems like you’ve been one for years.
As the youngest of the three oldest “stair-step” kids in the household, each milestone comes for you on the heels of your older brother and sister. Pre-K graduation. Kindergarten. Riding a bike. Sixth-grade graduation. The start of middle school.
There is little space between their milestones and yours — including the start of the teen years.
I’ve been lumping you into “the teens” when referring to the kids in our household for at least a year.
Yet – today is the actual day you switch from ‘tween to teen, and it’s worth celebrating: all by itself.
In the past year – you’ve outgrown your clothing, your shoes and even your bedroom furniture.
You are organized yet creative.
You are tough but reserve a soft side for animals and smaller kids.
You are incredibly shy, or incredibly outgoing — and you don’t explain your reason for why or when.
You are so good at so many things but don’t see that as a reason to do any of them. It doesn’t matter how much natural talent you show for something — if it doesn’t excite you, you don’t do it. I still haven’t mastered that life skill.
You love live musicals, soft sweatpants, Funyuns, popcorn and TikTok.
You and I are watching the entire Grey’s Anatomy series on Netflix together, starting with Season 1. Maybe by the time you reach age 18, we’ll finish it. I know I can cry, laugh, and get angry about the cheap affairs, without feeling self-conscious — because you are enjoying all of it just as much as I am.
Your birthday lands on the longest day of the year — the one with the most sunshine. I’m always struck by how apt that seems for you, because your personality outshines your size and age.
In a lot of ways, you are an old soul, acting more grown up than everyone around you — just with all of the latest TikTok moves/songs.
So happy birthday London – may your teen years be the best ones yet.Category: Birthdays