Today is my Dana's 19th birthday.
Nineteen? I was cruising down the immortal highway, racking up pinball points with effortless ease. Tired? Nah. Nothing a quick cat-nap and a swig of brew won't cure. On to the Next Big Thing. Tomorrow, there will be more Big Things. Worried?
About what? Whether I'll be bored tonight?
Ah, Nineteen.
It's quite a wonderful crossroads in life. Wonderful, and scary. ("I really ought to be planning my future, but .... I'm having such a good time just BEING ...")
Beautiful, bursting, ripe, anxious, thinking --
My beautiful Dana ...
Lucky me, she's an artist. That's what she Wants To Do With Her Life.
Praise God.
She is 19 today. She is riddled with anxieties, worried about the future, but filled with the unquenchable force of forward energy. She has her head in the stars, and her feet on the ground. She will not only survive, but conquer.
Prayers really ARE answered :o)
You are already blessed, my amazing Woman-Child. Know that you always will be.
*****
Hey Nineteen
That's 'Retha Franklin
She don't remember the Queen of Soul
It's hard times befallen
The sole survivors
She thinks I'm crazy
But I'm just growing old
(Steely Dan)
1 comment:
My goodness, she is most certainly her mother's daughter. She could nearly be your spitting image at the same age!
Which is a compliment to you and to her.
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