That's My Girl

My girl turned 14 yesterday. Holy cow. How did this happen?
She's not going to like this too much but I just can't contain myself any longer. This story must be told.
Four years ago this summer, I bought a some exercise equipment. It came with a little wrench to put it together. One night, this girl of mine, came out of her bedroom with big, HUGE, tears streaming down her cheeks. After a little questioning, this is what she showed us...
We asked her why she put it on her finger. Her response was, "Well, I put it on once and took it off, so I put it back on." Why did we even ask? Duh.
We tried soap and wiggling (the wrench, not the kid). Didn't work. We tried to use the Dremmel to cut it off. (OK, that seriously wasn't me. You know men and power tools) Anyway, the wrench got too hot so we had to quit. Whatever could we do?
Ahh, take her to the Emergency Department!

Do you see this? Two doctors and three nurses. Do you know how to get a wrench off of a little girl's swollen little finger? They didn't either. The end result was umbilical tape and KY. Why do I have a picture of my kid in the E.D., you ask? Well, because when our kids were little, we had no less than 3-5 visits per year. Please don't ask. I wasn't a nurse then and I was a little uptight.

Oh, back to my girl. That same summer, she got the worse case of poison ivy that I have ever seen, to this day. Have you ever seen anything more pitiful?

So my first girl is now fourteen. She spends her time reading big thick books that I wouldn't have even tried to read at that age and IMing on the computer. She dreams of being a dentist or maybe a veterinarian. She worries about mistreated animals and little kids. She's just a great kid. One to be proud of.
This was last July 4th. I'm so thankful that God gave her to me and I hope that she forgives me for this post!