14 years old?? You?? Today?? Oh.My.God.
Where has the time gone? I've known you for your whole forever. I was the first person your mom announced her pregnancy to. We were young, and scared, but I immediately croaked out an excited and hopeful "Congratulations" and we cried happily together and began to chatter.
I bought you beautiful outfits and teeny tiny socks and dressed you and loved you like a real live baby doll.
I remember those PERFECT Shirley Temple ringlets and that sweet munchkin face with your freckled nose and big blue eyes. I would take you out and people would mistake you for mine and I'd laugh it off but be secretly proud someone could think something so special could belong to me.
You were sweet and funny and sassy and wise beyond your years. I remember you at 2 or 3, a tiny little thing, casually reminding me to get my flip flops (even then with the flip flops!) from the open doorway of that little guest house you guys lived in back then, the one I affectionately refer to as "The shed", because it was raining and I wouldn't want to go home with wet shoes.
You would nag us like YOU were the grown up, informing me that if you fell in the pool you would sink like a rock and die and that if I let you sit in the front seat of my car, the airbags would come out and get you (I wasn't going to do either, for the record, you were just always a mouthy little thing.)
You also grew into our friend. Our little buddy. Riding around in the back of my jeep, shopping, beaching, lounging in the baby pool in your back yard. I have so many Big Memories that involve you.
I remember being in a bridal shop trying on veils and putting them on you, hearing your delightful giggles (you had the most amazing laugh when you were sincere!) and watching you twirl in front of the mirror and talk about your wedding and realize that one day I would be there.
I remember how gorgeous you were as one of my three flower girls and how much fun I had dancing with you and how special it was to me that you were a part of my marriage to Mr. Ashley.
When Catfish and I got in that horrible interstate car accident, one of my few clear memories of it actually happening was that I thought I was about to die and had one of those "life before your eyes" slideshows and after reviewing my short 16 years I remember feeling peaceful but sad that I wouldn't graduate or get married or watch you grow up.
It has always struck me as a powerful thing, that if I had died that day, one of my last thoughts would have been regret for not being able to see who you would become.
You were, and are, and always will be, SO IMPORTANT to me. You really are a part of who I am.
You were my first glimpse into life with children. The fun, the hassle, the memories and miracles, the realization that time really does fly.
With you, I remember your mom and I saying "I can't wait for her to..." (sit up, eat solids, walk, talk, run, play, etc) and then realizing "WOW! It's here already. I remember feeling like I can't wait for this to happen and now it's happened so quickly and we can never go backwards again."
Because of that I knew to slow down a little more with my own kids. I knew more about what to expect.
I have enjoyed (almost) every moment of your existence (come on, even you know that this teenage stuff has sucked for everyone). You are an amazing human being. You are smart. You are beautiful. You are so, so, so special. You were Meant To Be in more ways than you'll ever realize.
You're going to do Big Things in this world, not to get all deep and philosophical on you, but you really do have a purpose in this life and I've always known that you were going to be an amazing adult.
(Don't let the teenage stuff get in the way of that!)
I am honored that I will get to continue to say that I've known you forever. I will be embarrassing you before your prom, I will be cheering too loudly at your graduation, I will be getting drunk at your wedding, I will be taking pictures of your babies.
And now I'm all misty eyed and goose bumped. I'm a dork.
I love you. Don't ever doubt it and don't ever forget it.
(I will also kick your butt if necessary...don't forget that either.)
That was so sweet it brought tears to my eyes.
This got me all sniffy and teary-eyed. What a beautiful letter.
The teenage years. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. For all of us and all those we love.
Very Nice BK of LK. Hope you know how loved you are.
Happy Birthday, LK's BK! This was a sweet post, Ashley. You can really be a sentimental sap when you wanna be.
Beautiful post Ashley. We too often forget how much other people need to hear how loved and cherished they most certainly are. Especially during the rough times. I hope BK of LK knows how lucky she is to have you in her life, because obviously you know how lucky you are to have her :)
That is so sweet. Because I'm such a narcissist, of course, I thought of only my own sweet nephews. Very well written.
That was such a sweet post. I dreas having teenagers, mainly cause I remeber how hard it was to be one and I don't want that for my kids. I am sure she know how special she is to you.
Ahhh, so sentimental and spot on. My goddaughter just turned 11 and although we haven't hit the teenage years yet, the "tweens" are pretty darn hard too.
What a touching post.
Ashley, If more teenage girls had an Aunt Ashley in their lives, we would have many more strong, confident young ladies in the world. Knowing that you are loved and believed in is what we all need. We may feel that way about our own kids, but we often don't speak it. As a parent and an educator, I'm going to make a point of saying these kinds of things to more kids starting today. Thanks.
Thanks...thanks a bunch since I am now sitting at work all teary eyed!
Happy Birthday LK's BK - with an Aunt Ashley in your life and obviously a great mom (since we all know Ashley has impeccable taste!) you are blessed with a life of love.
PS - to LK - congrats on raising a child (a girl no less) to 14!!! My daughter is about to turn 13 and there are days I'd happily sell her to the gypsies. I did manage to get my own BK to almost 17 but he is not a hormonal girl. I know how hard it is!
I believe this may be my first comment even though I have been reading for months. This letter brought tears to my eyes...and it makes me wish I knew Kaylin.
I also have a half sister who will be turning 15 in June. She is 14 years younger than me and I have so many of the same feelings you expressed here. However you said it so much better than I ever would have.
Happy Birthday LK's BK!!!!! XOXO
PS - Re: the Car thing--Oh geez I thought you were going to say something about me telling you to put your damn shoes on!
wiping away tears...Simply Beautiful.
Thanks aunt ashley that letter really meant alot to me. I started to get a little teary eyed when i got to the part about the shirly temple hair... lol... i am really happy i ahve you in my life and that you have been with me all these 14 years. I dont know what would happen t me if i lsot you in that car crash. I staretd laughing at some parts... i don't remeber catfish though..Well i have to go Mom's little brat is staring at me with her mouth open chewing her gum yelling at me to get off the computer so she can play little pet shop.
I love you aunt ashley always and ever and i am really truly honestly and excited and every good words that come to your mind that you are my aunt ashley.
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