I miss her.

She's 15.

She's young.

She's vibrant.

She's playful.

She's delightful.

She's intelligent.

She's innocent.

She's care-free.

She's active.

She's healthy.

She's captivating.

She's amazing.

I miss her.

Not in a "I really wish I could go visit her" kind of way.  Not in a "I wish we could sit and chat for a while" kind of way.  Not in a "boy were those ever fun times" kind of way.  I do, however, think all of those things from time to time.

Nope.

I miss her in the "I wish I could walk around in her skin" kind of way.

I miss her vibrant, playful attitude.

I miss her care-free (okay, as "care-free" as a Type-A can get) outlook.

I miss her healthy, active body.

I miss the way she delighted in life.

I miss waking up in her skin every morning.

I miss her.

I miss me.

Life's taken a bit of a toll on that sweet 15 year old version of me.  Life's been unkind...and also kind.  Life's knocked that lovely young lady down a bit...and picked her up a time or two.  Life's been so...lifey.  SO lifey.  And that girl?  

That

young

vibrant

playful

delightful

intelligent

innocent

care-free

active

healthy

captivating

amazing

girl?

She's sacrificed so much of herself in an effort to keep moving forward that she's forgotten, in so many ways, who she was made to be.  She's put on a brave face...often too brave...in order to look like she is still who she's always been.  

She's in there.  I'm sure she is.    She's still playful.  She's still vibrant.  (She's not as young anymore.)  She's care-free.  She's captivating.  She's still amazing.

I miss her.

I think I'll invite her to come back.

God, please be You so I can just be me!