Happy birthday Angel!

Since Thursday I have had a twelve year old. Only one more year and Angel will be a teenager (which I am thoroughly looking forward to as I refuse to believe the bad press about teens). Over the past year she has grown up so much. The little girl is disappearing fast and we are seeing more and more of the young woman she will become ... creative, socially adept, stylish (in a daughter of mine this is a shock!), financially astute, organised and generally fun to be with.

Last Saturday she had a movie and pizza party at home, and I was shocked by the sheer size of a group of eight 12 and 13 year olds. I remember when a children's party meant a lot of noise, but there still seemed plenty of space to absorb the numbers. Now there is still noise (they gave up watching the movie because they couldn't stop talking long enough), but they look as though they have swallowed Alice in Wonderland's "drink me" potion and grown too large for the house (or was it "eat me" that made her grow and "drink me" that shrank her?). Poor Angel was the exception, as much to her chagrin she has barely grown over the past 18 months while all her friends have outstripped her. I'm afraid nobody in our family does height!

Happy birthday Angel!