Lovely Lilly, whose eyes you see all Halloween-decorated here, turned twelve today. It’s an age I associate generally with Are You There God, It’s Me, Margaret, and an age I associate personally with 7th grade at Ruckel Jr. High in Niceville FL, an age I associate with waterskiing and relative mental peace and Girl Scouts. She’s a wonderful girl. Her best friend, another wonderful girl, is over right now for a roast chicken dinner and brownies and a movie. Lilly’s school friends birthday-decorated her locker, festooning it with girlish messages of loving her lots and like a sister. She is a fabulous companion in the kitchen, at the bookstore, and on the couch with a book. She’s always quick with a hug, she’s very deft with words, a whiz on the soccer field, and she will always be my baby, even as she grows into an amazing young woman. Love ya lots, Lil.
