I stopped comparing my life to Hannah's a long time ago.
Her trajectory veers nowhere close to mine and I rejoice.
She has been solidly entrenched in her teenage years for awhile now, but not like any teenager I know.
This year I started to see and hear the faintest hints of an adult woman slipping through her words, formulating in her grace.
But when she opened her gifts, she stated loudly, "I plan to open my presents like an eight year old every year now!"
So each year, I can look forward to a glimpse of the eight year old.
Hello young woman.