Time marches on

My youngest daughter turned 16 a week ago. How has 16 years passed since she was born?

Last week, we were not at home, we were staying at my friend Beth's due to the fact that I was getting my floors refinished. I got up early (for me) at 5:30, got ready, made cinnamon rolls, and hung a "Happy Birthday" streamer so she would see it. I headed back to the room with my video camera, which is a yearly tradition, and sang Happy Birthday to her. Thankfully she'd already awoken and was mostly ready; I say thankfully because it hasn't always been pleasant for the girls when I wake them up with a video camera!

I took her to school, probably the first time in a while, and dropped her off. After working a half-day, I went and traded cars and picked her back up. We headed to Taco Casa on Skyland, of course, and "ate light." This, for K, meant eating a snack burrito instead of her normal burrito, in addition to two tacos. Then, we headed to the State Troopers' office.

When we arrived, the first problem arose. The VIN number on the car's registration did not match the VIN listed on the proof of insurance. Hello!? What?! She could not test. I called my insurance agent, and it turned out the registration had a VIN number for a Chevy Monte Carlo. What?! We ran over to the license office, coincidentally next to the local "Dirt Cheap" store. Thankfully, they had scanned in my bill of sale two weeks prior and had proof of the correct VIN! Woot! So we were able to get it corrected and headed back to get the license, which was a successful endeavor.

Our sweet friends Kristina and her son pulled up to my house just as we stopped by to get the mail. They dropped off a balloon and a hug! That must have been a God thing; we were only at the house for five minutes! K drove off immediately and headed towards the high school to show off the car. Meanwhile, I stressed out at the house when I realized Mellow Mushroom had booked the party room for the exact time I needed it.

We went to dinner that night at Jim and Nick's. Just me, K, M...and their dad. Had fun laughing and catching up. What a sweet thing it is, to know God has worked so mightily in our lives. K told me that evening, "it was a great day." Wonderful words to a mom's ears.