As I’ve said so many time before, where does the time go? Our Girl turned 23 today, just doesn’t seem possible.
Girlie was born while we were living out in south central Nebraska. Such a sweet little black haired, olive skinned beauty that was so little trouble, even during those teen years. Not that there weren’t ugly times, there were, but they were few and far between.
For many years Old Boy traveled a lot and for seven years it was mostly Girlie and me, and once Bubba came around she was a huge help while Old Boy was still on the road. I recall a time or two I was so sick with a stomach bug that she stayed home from school to take care of her brother, we were in northern South Dakota without family. Always felt bad about that.
Starting before age two Girlie started having problems with allergies, asthma and eczema. Trips to allergy doctors, the emergency room…checking on her breathing throughout the night for years until at the age of six she told me to leave her alone while asleep. Years of daily maintenance medicines that in high school I’d have to force her to take because she was so tired of taking medicine everyday. Thankfully she has gotten much better with age and doesn’t need to much medicine and has fewer attacks.
There were years of summer ball…tball and softball practices and running with girls to games all over the area. Volleyball in junior and high school. Years and years of dance lessons, recitals and competitions. Years that seemed to last forever but I miss so much.
There were the bunions and foot surgery in 8th grade. The doctor swore it was the cowboy boots she lived in and yet she continued wearing everyday.
There was the constant revolving door of boys. The fights with friends who liked the same boys. Many friendships were lost during those years. Early on Girlie developed the mindset of…screw me over once and I’m not giving you the chance to do it again. So much like her dad.
Loved it when the girls went through the several year phase of my being the one to have to curl their hair for any and all activities. Also the phase of having to dye their hair dark brown during the winter months and lighter during the warm weather months.
There was the rodeo phase of team roping and break away roping that fell by the wayside when she went away to college. Can’t forget the years of 4H and having to make her do her fair projects each year.
The hardest time of all was when, at the age of 16, she blacked out while driving the gravel across the section. The guardian angels were with her that day, telling her not to wear her seat belt as she’d always done. The SUV rolled and spun on it’s nose, throwing her out the sunroof…authorities believe she very well may have not survived had she been belted in.
Found by our bus driver, life flighted to the city, one night in ICU, six nights in the hospital. Fractured sternum and shoulder, partially deflated lung, three fractured vertebrae. Weeks of using a walker to get around. So blessed she only lost 1 1/2″ in height (the three vertebrae are flat like pancakes) and a large scar on her back from where the skin broke on impact.
Graduating in 2014, she went back to Nebraska for ag college and blossomed. One week before graduation she was hired at a bank, has been there a little over a year and earned a promotion 11 months in. She and her longtime boyfriend have two dogs and she helps him on the family ranch as needed on weekends.
So proud of the woman she’s become. A legion and auxiliary member of a community she’s still new to. Such a hard worker, helper and giver…she continues to grow!
Just wish I knew were those 23 years went….