Wow. I can't actually believe that I'm writing this, and that you are actually the reality; here, and now. It was years ago that I dreamed of sixteen--you know, every little girls dream. Sweet Sixteen. The year when I could legally start driving. The year when I first get to wear make-up. The year that I will be grown up. In a little girl's mind, it seems like a fantasy; wonderful and golden. But you are just another year, another day, another moment. Things change over time; especially people. People I love are growing up, and changing. People I once thought were completely impossible to change, did. Situations I never imagined took place right before my very eyes, and people I loved and respected went out of my life forever. Such is life. In my short life, it seems I have almost lived many life-times. Changes of scene and people and situations have passed until those dreams of my childhood seem far in the past--very distant and small.
But I have new dreams, now. Dreams that, perhaps, you have helped me discover. Dreams of life, dreams of plans, dreams of wishes, of hopes, and even sometimes dreams of fantasies. Things once thought impossible are no longer such. The world, yet still big, doesn't seem so far around. God changes things--He opens windows, and shows us things that must happen, and things that will happen, and things that need to happen. He gives us dreams--dreams that make our blood boil, and our lips speak passionately about; things that we must talk about, and sometimes things we have to think about quietly, holding it inside.
And another year. Sixteen years, in all. What will the next 16 hold? The next year hold? I can only wonder. But for now, I am reveling in this year. Right now. Cherishing the people who are in my life, for they may be gone tomorrow. Relishing every sunset and sunrise, and everything that makes my mind expand in wonder. These years are the years of dreaming, of planning, wishing and hoping. Tomorrow, it will be the time of doing.
Sweet sixteen, I think I like you. Lets be friends, yes?