13 is a funny age to be. When I was 13, I wore a lot of black, for example.
You, my dear “Volvo”, are different from me, but your Sweet 13 is no less funny. You’re living in a funny time. In a funny country. And the way you handle it already proves that you have more grace than I could ever hope for.
On your 13th birthday, and the advent of teenagedom, I wish for you an easier time in your studies. I hope that you encounter subjects and books that can really get your attention. I hope you continue your fascinating musical journey, from T.I. to Ratatat, and not forget your own musical talents in the process. I heard that mom and dad got you a guitar this year. Treat it as a sign from up high. ;
Look both ways when you cross the street. For every time that you don’t, you STILL owe me a ghrivna.
Be safe. Be lucky. Be healthy.
Be good to yourself. Know that you are loved.
I love you – I love the cheese omelets you make, I love how you tell jokes, I love your fierce loyalty and growing independence, I love how you have the most hilarious picture of me ever framed above your desk, I love how you have the best ringtones, I love how you get modern theater, I love hanging out with you downtown and wish we could do it more often, I love how you have your own inner world that not just anyone gets a peek at, I even love how you slam your door and blast Linkin Park.
I love that I have you with me in this world. Even though I’m mostly far away these days – your presence makes the distances a little smaller, and the steep Amman hills a little flatter.
Big up from Big Butt! And three cheers to you on your birthday.