From the first moment I saw you, I knew you would be beautiful, smart, special.
What I didn't know is that I would, as you became a young woman, not only love you with all I am, but like you. Really like you. See, I've been warned all along - "you just wait until she gets to be a teenager". Dire predictions followed about how I would begin to lose you as you asserted your independence through angry words or no words at all. Friends and peers would replace me in your heart.
Somehow, that failed to happen, now you are 16, and I can't believe that I have such a self-assured and balanced, talented yet modest daughter. Again, dire predictions warn about your growing up, learning to drive, moving away from me. And yet, I can only marvel that we've become friends and that you ask me what I think and that we find the same things funny.