Sweet Sixteen

     My day began with my mother's voice, as it does every year... "Sixteen years ago today, there was no little Jenica... and then there was a 'waaa, waaa!' and there she was." Mommy stroked my face and pushed my hair out of my sleepy eyes. Then she said, "Time for devotional, sweetie," just like every other morning I wake up late.
     When I got to school, a few people pounced on me and dragged me into Concert Choir, where all the men gathered around me and sang 'The Birthday Song.' The British Kid rubbed his face against my arm while he held my hand and sang. I was then kissed upon the cheek by approximately eight men. One of them kissed me half on my ear and half in my hair... for those of you familiar with Anne Frank.
     I stayed in Concert, sang to my long lost twin, (her birthday was today too,) sightread a song with them, and then closed my eyes and listened. Overall, it was a very pleasant time. Strangely enough, my favorite part was when the bell rang in the middle of the song and they continued to sing it all the way down the hall. They were together, too!
     I went to lunch, talked a little, and did the hair of a sweet friend of mine, and then I sat and listened to the conversation around me. I was in front of the Seminary building before fifth hour when I saw a friend drive by in his brand-new Audi. I smiled. I waved. He loves his cars.
     I went to Arioso (the girls' tryout choir, for those who don't know.) There were a couple of boys in there practicing for State. They stopped and sang to my twin and me. One of them stroked my arm while he sang. I couldn't look at him, it was just so funny.
     Then Seminary, where I laughed and loved and learned. And now home. My mom is making a dessert, my siblings are wrapping presents. But what I really want to do is snuggle up on the couch and watch Faith Like Potatoes, or something along those lines, and then go to bed... and attend EFY in the morning.

Yeah, I know I said I would.

Last time I posted I promised you a comparison picture. Well, here it is- a little later than promised, but here.

The first one is Zachary at about one. The second is him when I came home from Germany- You can imagine the shock of coming home to that. He got so huge! This comparison is a little more drastic than the one I faced. But I am a very exaggeration-prone person.

These pictures have absolutely nothing to do with anything. This just made my day when I saw it.
So...
I gave my baby sister my 'My Little Ponies', expecting that since she loved them so much she'd take pretty good care of them.
Yeah.

I feel the love here.

Home

I never thought I'd be in awe at my house. But here I am! I am in awe of everything and everyone around me, and everything and everyone around me is in awe of me. Because I'm so cool. Right? Yeah...
Seeing all this stuff is weird. It's all so familiar, and it's all so foreign. It's NOT like deja vu. It's more like 'Wow. This stuff actually exists in more than my mind?' But it's also a feeling of 'For some strange reason it feels like it's been awhile.'
I think the strangest thing, though, is my baby brother Z. I posted a couple of pictures of him a while back; you might remember them if you've been really following me. (That's all Blogs are. Stalking made easy.) He had light blonde, curly hair and gorgeous blue eyes and he was this little guy I could pick up with one hand without any form of trouble.

Well, his hair darkened. It lost its curl. He's big enough that to pick him up with one hand is getting awkward. And the worst part? His voice got deeper. My baby brother's voice got deeper! That's not supposed to happen until puberty! Except I know it does. Tear. He has a little boy voice now, instead of a baby voice. And it makes me very, very sad. And he says 'water' instead of 'wager'.
In my next post I'll do comparison pictures. Tear tear...