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Fifteen

Froggie turned fifteen yesterday. Fifteen is a lot of years.

Froggie was an inquisitive and independent child. She’d babble incessantly in infancy, and learned to talk very early –speaking a full sentence, “Want more juice in cup, please,” at 18 months. That was an indication (a warning?) of things to come. The child has been talking almost non-stop since that day. (In her toddler years, she even spoke in her sleep.) I’m so glad that she is so able to express herself. Even though she can be shy at times, she finds it easy to speak to almost anyone. I’ve told her she could be the next Oprah.

She has never been at a loss for words. Sometimes her thoughts flow too fast for her mouth to keep up, and she switches topics mid-sentence. It frustrates her when we get confused, unable to follow her soliloquy. (I’ve told her she reminds me of a tiny rubber ball bouncing on a tiled floor… you just never know where it’s going to bounce next.) Her loquaciousness is such a blessing. The house seems quiet and empty when she and her voice aren’t here to fill it up.    Her friendly constant-talking has gained her lots of friends *and* the titles of “Freshman Favorite” at the band’s annual dance and “Sophomore Representive” in the band’s corps of officers.  She plans to try out for drum major next year.  Lord knows she has the voice for it.

These fifteen years truly have flown by. I am very sad to think that she’ll be leaving us to head off to college in three years. Sometimes she worries because she doesn’t know what she wants to be when she grows up. I tell her it’s rare to know at age fourteen (or fifteen or twenty) what one will be in adulthood. She’s a strong, smart young lady, though. I know that whatever path she chooses, and where ever life should take her, she will be prepared and she will go to her Life with her head held high. …and she’ll probably be talking the entire time….