Sixteen

That would be our Anna -- our Beatha Anna Samedy Cluver, that is. She had dinner (Mi Jalepeno) with friends followed by a movie and slumbering over on our family room floor.  The roses were from her dad and I, and we also telephone Haiti to talk with her her Haitian mom, her first mom, Manman Bonithe.  She's so thoroughly American and deeply Haitian.  I can only imagine the energy it takes to have both lives residing, growing, and thriving inside one body, mind, and soul.  It's incredible.  And fascinating.  Despite the struggles and foibles that she, like all of us, humans, may have, she's a pretty impressive young lady.  Sure, she's gaining in knowledge and skills with dance, piano, percussion, language, and math, but the depth with which she studies everything, reflects upon matters of human rights, and desires to see things become better -- moving.

Um, yes her birthday IS the fourth of July, as posted in the Washington DC entry, but this mama thought she'd already posted these images way back in the summer.  Uh, no, apparently I had not.  So, a little game of catch-up!