Man oh man, I am so not ready to be a father yet!
How is it that I have a teenage daughter?
She is tall and graceful, often mistaken for her mother’s younger sister. She is smart (that’s Natasha’s genes) and beautiful (that’s clearly mine). She is athletic (um… Natasha again) and artistic (hey, I used to be in student theaters all my life!).
She is a girl, so she often has no use for her silly old man. But she is a good friend to her mother and a really good big sister to the often annoying little munchkin, so the only guy in the family is happy with whatever time we get to spend together.
She is growing up to be a well-rounded person, with many interests. Not many kids her age have the ability to see the world with their own eyes (for which I less than humbly take credit), but not many kids her age spend hours reading when they have the chance. Or make friends as easily as she does. Or try new activities whenever they come across…
Have I mentioned that she is growing up to be a stunner?! I look at her sometimes and cannot believe that this gorgeous young lady is my little girl.
Becky, I love you! Happy birthday!