It could be 5 degrees Fahrenheit and she would still insist she was perfectly warm.

I would have on at least 4 layers including my token scarf and still have cold hands.

(Before I get any threats for CPS calls, it was at least 62 when this picture was taken. I was preparing for 3 hours roaming around the zoo wildlights. I was miserable/hot the whole night btw.)

She could have all A’s and one A minus but still worry about not getting perfect attendance.

Meanwhile, I strategized on the best way to “use” all my sick days in high school.

(Thankfully for those like me – they have online/virtual high school now, only 10 sick days all year! Bogus! We had 30! 3 tardies counted as a full day missed so you had to remember to count those.)

She practices triple pirouettes.

Listens to my rants after I watched the ’16 and Pregnant’ marathon.

Plays three instruments – violin, flute, piano.

Doesn’t mind waiting for her brother to walk to the bus.

(Even though she has been ready for 20 minutes.)

She is so smart… fun to talk to, a Harry Potter/HEX wiz, a wonderful dancer, a scholar, a musician, an artist, a cheerleader, a talented cook.

And the best Daughter a Mom could ask for.

Thank you Phoebe!

Let’s make the best of your last month of being 12.

(And no, you don’t have to keep ordering off the kid’s menu.)