My little baby

Yesterday Sara turned 15 years old. Wow, I can't believe it. 15 years ago, my Grampa drove me to the Bess Kaiser Hospital in Portland (which is now Adidas headquarters), along with Grandma and Big sis Anisa. We met Travis at the hospital since he was at work, a couple of miles down the road from the hospital. As I was in labor, I got to watch float planes and boats on the Willamette River out of my room window. 4 hours after labor started, Sara made her grand debut into our world. Hey, Viv and Ranee, remember?? They were her very first visitors. Oh, by the way, she rode home in Baby, the van, that we had just bought when we found out we were having another baby. :)

15 isn't my favorite age. I have a theory. Kids lose their minds in about 6th grade and don't recover them until about graduation! :) Luckily, Sara is a pretty good girl. She makes us laugh and only argues a little bit (well, compared to some kids). She likes clothes, hair and make-up. She likes playing guitar (and plays her violin still, if forced to). She listens to music constantly and likes to talk on her phone. We love you Sara!!! :)