Today you turn 14. Some years I am feeling nothing more than disbelief about each of your ages as it ticks by. But this one? It makes perfect sense to me.
My love, at 14 you are everything you’ve always been: quick-witted, insightful, intelligent, independent, and determined. But now you are all of those amazing qualities in a taller version that surprises me at least half the time when you walk into a room. You like to refer to me as “Short stack”, which will only be a joke for another five minutes. Without a doubt, you’ll have surpassed me at this time next year, which will be great on the basketball court.
Your sense of humor is outrageous. At your 8th grade graduation, the teachers shared that you were “hands down” the funniest member of your class, according to your peers. You made Nana and me laugh from one end of Montreal to the other in June with your fake French accent. You’ll start taking French this year in high school and we can’t wait until you can put some words to the accent. You often show up in my room at night when I’m ready for bed, and put on a one-man show until I kick you out so I can go to sleep and need to stop laughing.
Lyle, thank you for bringing us your random improvisation, your determination in the gym and on the court, your humor, and your very sensitive heart. I appreciate your confident independence and ability to get yourself anywhere you want, as I know this will extend into your adult life. This week we’ll be bringing your big brother to college, and the following week you’ll start high school. I can’t wait to see what you do with the new opportunities and space being created all around you in the coming year.
Happy 14th Birthday, Sweetheart.