***This is way, way overdue…she turned 17 on February 20th!***
Seventeen is many things.
It’s a smile a mile wide…
Big brown eyes that are almost always full of joy…
Teenage angst mixed with toddler tantrums…
Hugs and kisses and unstoppable love…
Ice skating and singing in the choir…
Making a real friend for the very first time…
Wanting to drive just like her brother…
Making hilarious jokes, trying out swear words, wanting independence…
Seventeen is nothing like I imagined, but wonderful all the same…
My seventeen-year-old miracle is everything to me.
She is light, air, my whole heart.
I couldn’t love you more, Olivia.
Happy, happy 17th.
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