I don’t know if you know this, but I am the youngest (by far) of eight kids (combined families, dysfunction, blahblahblah). I was only 13 years old when my niece, Jessica, was born. My sister sent me a baby announcement with this picture in it:
Jessica was four days old in that picture, and already adorable.
A few years later, my sister sent a Christmas photo, and Jess was a sweet little toddler!
Jess even lived with us the summer she turned 14. Wouldn’t you know it, she had become a beautiful young lady. This is her with my older daughter in the summer of 2005.
The next thing I knew, PJ and I were headed to her high school graduation.
Today, Jessa turns 21. Who knew all those years ago that someday Jessica would be firmly planted in my heart and loved like my own daughter? I am so proud of the young woman she has become. She’s loving, funny, kind, and beautiful, inside and out. She brightens my day, and has become one of my best friends. (I’m only slightly hesitant when she talks about living with us forever.)
Happy Birthday, Jessa! I love you, and I can’t wait to see where you go from here.