
If I have to be old enough to be the mother of a teenager, I couldn't think of a sweeter or more creative teen to mother than my Savannah.
This weekend, my oldest child turned 13. When I look at her and remember how loving and forgiving she was as my first baby, I am humbled at what a beautiful young lady--inside and out--she has become.
Here she is playing at a "spielplatz" near our house in Germany, circa 2000.

And plane-spotting at Gravelly Point Park on her 13th birthday

I'm not always going to get it right, Savannah. Bear with me as we navigate the tricky waters of the next few years. I will continue to be The Embarrassing Mom, but just know this--I am also your biggest fan.
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