13 years old.
The years have flown by.
I remember this day so clearly, thirteen years ago.
I remember the fear, excitement, and eagerness I had to hold my first child.
Things aren't ever perfect; we all have our days.
Meagan is a good kid who loves and cares about people, passionately.
She cares about right and wrong, and about her fellow people.
She has matured and grown this year.
She has learned about politics.
Not really in the way that any of us wanted her to learn, but she has.
Her grades are good.
She is a wonderful friend, sister, and daughter.
I am enjoying today, her last day of being twelve.
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