Where has the time gone? She's 13 1/2 years old and taller than me. I knew it would happen, just not so soon. She was tiny when she was born, less than 6 lbs. She was only 19 inches long. Her name, Pearl, came from her daddy's heart---"something small and precious", he said.
She's doing so well in Middle School that it makes me grin. Middle school can be hard on girls. She professes not to be "one of the popular girls", but doesn't much seem to care. Hooray! She's a great student and an amazing person.
She's the artist in the family, and the bug lover, and the flower picker, and the soft heart, and a cat person. "I love dogs, but I think I'm mostly a cat person." Our cat (who came with the property) has put up with Pearl's learning curve as far as cat love goes. She was only 5 when we moved in, and Lucky got hugged so tight that I worried his eyes would pop out. He'd just take it. Now, he get gentle love on the sofa a night---just the two of them. She still hugs the stuffing out of him sometimes, but he's still cool about it.
She's in the other room right now playing on the other computer. She also singing. That's one thing that everyone always comments on---she always so happy. She has her moments, like all teen girls, but mostly she just sings. She's a wonderful person, a caring person, and I'd love her even if she weren't my own. She's a gift from God.