It doesn't seem so long ago she was THREE.
Or even TWELVE.
Fifteen has a different sort of ring to it. An implication of things to come, big things, mature things, even--maybe, some scary things. It is definitely not the sound of little girl things anymore.
It could take some getting used to--but by the time I grow accustomed to it, there will be SIXteen. *sigh*
We are so thankful. She is a joy.
Happy Birthday, D-girl #1. I love you!