Livvy is, like, thirteen...

This celebration post is a day late because Liv had a sleepover on Saturday, which means that on Sunday the only thing I was inspired to write was, Olivia is 13. Holy. Beans.

Accurate, but not really complete. 

What to say about thirteen? I guess it’s different because it’s a teenage year, but it’s more than that. I remember thinking at twelve, How is this possible? It went too fast. At thirteen I guess the sentiment is, How are you possible, you amazing, sweet, always compassionate, sometimes self-centered, creative, lazy, energetic, social, anti-social being? 

Middle schoolers: so many emotions and behaviors in such a small package. But that’s kind of the fun of them, too.

Livvy-love is thirteen, and sometimes a sasshole who rolls her eyes and encourages me to flick her in the forehead because of the tone of her face, but at other times, she gets into the car after an activity or a day at school and has nothing but thirty billion things to say about everything, and after the first breath she takes, she remembers to say, “Whoa, I just talked a ton. How was your day?” 

It’s having crushes while also loving Moana; staying up late, but still sleeping with a stuffy. It’s good books and comfort cartoons, and requiring your own Sephora order at the same time you request help blow drying your hair.

Thirteen… I guess it is the tipping point–the end of the beginning and the beginning of everything else: flirting and relationships and broken hearts and hurt feelings and uncertainty while being so fucking certain of everything else. Thirteen is that moment you look at your girl and realize she borrowed your clothes without asking…and she looks better in them. 

Olivia Anne, yesterday was the best day, on that day and thirteen years ago. You are joy and love and fun-facts and dramatic pauses with all of the laughter in the world. 

I don’t, like, love you? I just love you. To the moon and beyond, forever and always.

Happy thirteenth, sweet Livvy-Love. Sorry I chirped at you about proper research methods and citations this morning…but Google? We’re definitely not done with this convo.

xoxo