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.