I am now the father of a teen.  Now, for a lively season, her age will end with the suffix “-teen”, as in “six-teen going on seven-teen.”

Thankfully, we’re only at thir-teen.

I remember when she was just thir.

Physically, she’s a teen.  Cognitively, she’s certainly not.  We know that.  She doesn’t.  As far as she’s concerned, some people came over (about 50) and sang Wheels on the Bus upon request since, after all, she is the birthday girl.  Several toys and gifts were given, thanks to the kindness of family and friends, and more Wheels on the Bus.

She knows what she wants.

So we gave her that. Many friends brought over auxiliary vegetables and copious amounts of water, some cheese and crackers, and the like.  It was, as they say, a party.  Par-tay.

She’s 13.  I can’t believe it.

I remember when the social worker told us she’d never drive, she’d never live on her own, and that our expectations should be realistic.  A doctor told us she may never walk.  Well, Wheels on the Bus to that, I’d say.

There’s more, much more to be said and thought and thankful for.  But today, I simply say: Happy Birthday, Lexi.  Your dad loves you a whole bunch.

About radamdavidson

When I'm not blogging, I'm hanging out with my family, pastoring a church, or listening to vinyl. I think and write about Jesus, music, communication, organizational leadership, family whatnot, and cultural artifacts from the 1980's -- mostly vintage boomboxes. You can read my blog at www.radamdavidson.com, watch [RadCast], a daily 3 minute video devotional, or find me on socials (@radamdavidson). I also help Pastors in their preaching and public speaking (www.CoachMyPreaching.com).
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