I feel like this year might be full of quite a few posts that begin with ‘sigh’ where Aidan is concerned.
She’s not toddling around our house anymore. She’s not dumping finger paint on the dining room floor. She’s not belting out the Evita soundtrack while wearing a red nightie from her mother’s stash. She’s not a little kid anymore.
I am middled aged and she is on the verge of eighteen. Heavy frickin’ sigh.
But you know what? She’s an awesome 17-and-a-half-year-old. For all the things I wish I could go back and do differently as her mother, she has emerged with grace and wisdom. There are some things she just arrived here with. No matter how hard I tried, I didn’t mess that up.
Heavy freaking sigh.
We are fortunate to have friends who take photos. One of my dearest friends, Margie Scherschligt, photographed my daughter last month in downtown Minneapolis. I wanted to share a few of the shots.
My favorite thing is that she’s wearing one of her Dad’s second-hand shirts (missing a button, no less), her hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun, her own second-hand boots and just a touch of make up.
God, I love her style and her confidence. I really, really do.
Without further adieu, may I present Aidan Zielske, senior.
Love you, girl.
And thank you, Marige. I love you, too!