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Those words haunted me all day. No, she didn't know. I wanted to surprise her. The party wasn't a surprise: She texted (or facebooked?) all the guests herself. She chose chocolate cake, pizza, pop, and chips. But I chose the rest and I fretted all day because of Steven: What if she didn't like it?
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She did.
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She liked the piano (Kit Kat) birthday cake.
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She liked the candy on the mantle, a subtle nod to Sweet 16.
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So, really, all I've learned is that Steven doesn't want a grand piano cake or tissue flowers at his 16th birthday. Check. Got it.
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Carmen and Chloe, however, can't wait to have a party like this.
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The kids, I mean teens, played Wii and played the piano (and not just Jaclyn) and had elastic band wars.
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Jaclyn opened presents, casting the wrappings at her feet.
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You know, for a couple of weeks now I've had several people say something to me about how crazy/worrisome/surprising/life-changing it is for me to have an almost 16-year-old. Every time someone remarks on this I brush it off because it seems very natural to me to have a girl this old.
You know, for a couple of weeks now I've had several people say something to me about how crazy/worrisome/surprising/life-changing it is for me to have an almost 16-year-old. Every time someone remarks on this I brush it off because it seems very natural to me to have a girl this old.
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Until.
Until.
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Until I had a moment as I pierced the cake with the candles that read 'Sixteen'. It hit me, briefly: She is so very nearly grown up.
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The kids (I keep calling them that) tried to light a fire in the rain using batteries and steel wool (science geeks love this).
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They got sparks, but no fire.
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And now they are settled down in the family room watching The Holy Grail. Jaclyn has the best friends - I love their laughter. What a lucky girl.
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