Words of wisdom and awesomeness, spoken by my daughter:
(about death) — “At my funeral, I want one of my friends to dress like the Grim Reaper and just stand in the corner.”
(about dogs) — “They need to make strawberry labs. They already have chocolate ones. And I call the light ones vanilla labs. So they should make strawberry.”
(about holidays) — “Ah, Christmas….the time of year when people sit around a dead tree eating candy out of a giant sock. Which has soooooooo much to do with Jesus.”
(after watching “The Exorcist” for the first time) — “Ummmm…maybe we should say a prayer or something. Also, I need a comedy film and some ice cream.”
(about boys) — “I have a test. If a guy listens to the band Nickelback, I won’t date him. Ever.”
My Lana Brunelle. She just keeps getting better.
And now – unbelievably – she’s over 15 years old.
AND she’s taller than me.
AND she has a boyfriend (seven months now).
AND — as if I’m not already on the verge of a coronary 24/7 — she is now
LEARNING HOW TO DRIVE.
Clear the roads people. Shit’s about to get real.
Equal parts wonder-struck and scared shitless by this amazing creature, always.
For the girl who was born at 3:11 — http://youtu.be/T5C6hqZEX_8