On my 16th birthday, I sat down and wrote a letter to my future daughter, with the intention of giving it to her on HER 16th birthday. I probably got the idea from one of those sappy novels I used to read back then. Boy, am I glad I grew out of ...... Never mind.
I sealed it with wax and wrote a phrase on the front of the envelope in French. It probably annihilated French grammar. I have no idea why I chose to write on it in French. There's a lot about being 16 that defies explanation.
Believe it or not, I kept up with it for the next 23 years. Through 9 moves (I think) and a couple of marriages, I kept up with that letter.
And I gave it to Sweet Girl on her 16th birthday. It was a momentous occasion.
Then she let me read the letter.
It was dumb.
That's probably how I'll feel someday in the future when I look back on this blog. But I hope not, because I won't have the excuse of being sixteen anymore.