TWELVE… Gulp…
I like twelve. Isabelle has been 12 for about 3 months or so now and I love it! Twelve is different than eleven… twelve is emotional. Twelve is happy and sad and happy three seconds later. Twelve is wanting to be with friends and wanting to be with your little sister and then wanting to be with friends. Twelve is an age you remember so you want to write it good. Twelve is thinking you’re beautiful but wanting just a dab of concealer and maybe some lip gloss… or maybe just some really fun shorts! Twelve is holding your hand for just a little longer when you are on a walk… and letting go when you get close to someone you know. Twelve is looking at you with smiling eyes because they get it now… they really get it. Twelve is wanting to play with dolls but needing to text a friend but really wanting some ice cream. Twelve is barefeet and dirty knees and a little perfume. Twelve is Twelve. Happy.