| | So. I get this email from my mother in law who is entirely confused about how old Marissa is because she came to check my blog in reference to something else unrelated and read the last entry talking about how Marissa just turned 12 and she was sure she just turned 13. Well, I didn't name myself lateblogger for nothing! I bet you all thought it was because I blog late into the night. Ha. More like my next entry will probably be a year late or something. Which it was. Thus proving my point.
So. I go and catch up my reading on my sister's blog because I haven't been getting notifications anymore when she posts new. Why, I don't know. I used to get them every time, they suddenly just stopped coming. Anyway, I was blessed by what she had to say and felt like I needed to get back here again.
So. I come back to my blog to write some words of wisdom during my lunch hour and the first thing I see as my picture loads is my dads nose. On my face. weird. Like it looks like I cut out my dads nose and pasted it on my face. Aren't women supposed to look like their mothers as they age? I must say it was a little disconcerting.
So. Marissa turned 13 yesterday. Big milestone birthday. I am officially the mother of a teenager. Woah. I really miss the little girl she used to be sometimes, but love the person she's becoming. I love to spend time with her, talk with her, do things with her. I love seeing her develop relationships outside of our family. Her ministry leader wrote her a letter the other day that listed all the things in which she's seen growth in Marissa since she's been in that ministry. So cool. I love who she's becoming in Christ. Yesterday was See You at The Pole. What a great turn out, lots of students and moms. Marissa was the only student who prayed aloud. She was very nervous but put herself out there and did it anyway. Granted, she was the oldest. Most of the kids were in kindergarten - 6th grade. They probably view an 8th grader more like an adult anyway. But I'm sure she saw it differently, especially with some of the adults putting out such beautiful prayers, she may have been intimidated, but the fact that she did it anyway shows me great growth in her, in just this past year.
So. Lunch is about over and I want to keep writing. But I can't. Maybe I'll come back tonight. Maybe I won't. I guess we'll just have to see won't we?
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| | Posted 9/27/2007 12:35 PM - 135 Views - 2 eProps - 1 Comment
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