Today, my granddaughter, Madeline, is fifteen years old!
I don’t know where the years have gone.
I remember, clearly, her mother at fifteen.
Hey, I remember being fifteen myself!
They say we are always the same age, inside.
I think that holds true for the ones we love, too.
I am always about thirty-five years old.
Oddly, so is my mother!
My daughters, in my deepest heart-held memories, are in the three-year-old to ten-year-old range…though they surprise me constantly with their capable maturity.
My grandsons are suspended in my memory, too, in that time when mischievous smiles and silly giggles could give way at any moment to big hugs and snuggles.
Madeline, sweet girl, is always exuberant, chatty, and wildly in love with life…and animals.
Happy Birthday, Madeline!