I just love "19"

It seems like yesterday that I was 19. I remember Jo, in the backseat of our car and saying, you are 19. You have your whole life in front of you.
Now, I spent the night with my favorite 19 year old. This time it was reminiscing on the craziness of growing up as my child. You don't spank those boys enough, was the accusation.
I sat and listened to the advise, after having heard the most hilarious depiction of the Superbowl, translation into mommy Walker(for me), that I had ever heard. We laughed again, until we couldn't stop laughing.
Emily says, there were 2 sets of gentlemen in 2 different colored costumes and the gentlemen in the silver costumes, were successful at taking over the game from the gentlemen in the blue costumes. We were rolling, at the thought of the fumblings that happened. She had every play recounted to us. We stayed up till about 1 am after her fun at the game with friends.
She is like a rollercoaster up to the sky and down to the floor. I love when I see them coming back to themselves about this age. They seem lost, in the eyes from 13-19 and then, just as swiftly as they left me, they come back. I see my baby Emily, in her eyes again. She is getting used to this idea of being a woman and can come to grips with the humanity of her parents. We are trying to steer her, the lioness of the family. She roars at everyone, but she is a gem and delightful on the other side also. I love being her mother.