15, Fifteen, Quince, patnáct, vijftien, funfzehn...

Syd is 15. 

And once again, I sit here and wonder how in the world the time went so quickly. I still think of her like this a lot of the time.

Or like this:

With the blankie that went EVERYWHERE with us.

Or this:

Because she loved to dress up. And would come up with the strangest outfits...but could totally pull them off.  She still has that talent. Although, these may not be the best example of said talent...

Or this:

Because she would often disappear and we would find her fast asleep in the strangest places.

Or this:

Because I found 6 different pictures of her with either one or the other of her eyes black.

Or this:

Who doesn't love a chicken hat?

 Trying to catch a squirrel camping

Sparkly bandaids were a must...

But the reality is, she looks more like this now:

Or this:

She's got another two weeks of braces, and then she will look even less like my baby. Sigh.


I just can't figure out how she keeps getting older, but I'm not aging AT ALL!  ha ha ha ha...

Happy birthday Cinny Rose. Can't wait to celebrate with you when get home!  *Llama*

Love, Mom