Somehow I now have a 30 year old daughter today. It seems impossible to me and I think to her
too. When I was 30 years she was already 5 and knowing us now as parents she
wonders how she made it this far. She came into the world 30 years ago cautious
and wary because the place looked scary. She turned out to be an organized
organizer. She would line things up at an early age to create order. The couch
pillows would be in a line on the floor. Her dolls would be lined up from tall
to small. The ribbons she won, the bugs she caught, and the shells from the
beach looked best to Amber if they were lined up and in order. She's a list
maker too going back from the time she could write.
Even though by nature she's cautious she likes to explore
and try things. She's a good listener and after someone speaks what is on their
mind she'll give honest and practical advice. Being so organized you may think
she would be an engineer and like numbers but instead she likes words, books
and poetry (and ice cream). She's an artist, a writer, and a wonderful daughter. Happy Birthday Amber, I'm really glad you
showed up 30 years ago.
