This girl I once carried in the hidden space inside my own body.
This girl made me a mother for the very first time, just a few minutes before Mother’s Day.
This girl, who seemed a shy, quiet child, possessed an adventurous spirit inside that reserved façade just waiting to soar.
This girl discovered her wanderlust in high school on her first adventure to France.
This girl journeyed by herself to Africa, much to the worry of her parents.
This girl’s faith in God and her caring soul prodded her to minister to the unfortunate in Honduras more times than I can count.
This girl captured the heart of another adventurer and married him.
This girl, whose dream it has been to travel the world and see new sights, pursues that dream alongside her husband.
This girl experienced mountain top lifetime thrills at Mt. Kilimanjaro’s summit and at Peru’s Machu Picchu.
This girl has visited more countries on this earth than I can remember and has stepped foot on every continent except Asia and Antarctica.
This girl is my beloved oldest daughter.
This girl is celebrating a birthday.
And this girl amazes me.
“Actually, the best gift you could have given her was a lifetime of adventures.” ~ Lewis Carroll