thirteen.

So, if being scared to death about sending the boys to new schools (that you could literally park their old school in a tiny corner of the new ones- and yes, they go to separate schools because of over crowding) wasn't emotionally taxing enough- Alexandria is turning thirteen on Monday.

Thirteen.

I feel like she should be turning 27... I feel like she just turned 8. That's how loose my grasp of time is with her. She's been here forever- she just got here... it's both, all at once.

Alexandria Abigail.

She's an old soul.
She's insightful.
She's hilarious.
She's cranky.
She's smart.
She's beautiful.
She's addicted to carbs.
She's fiercely creative.
She's a realist.
She's a dancer.
She's Carlos.
She's me.

She's thirteen.