My baby girl recently turned twenty. She went on a girls’ trip with her closest friends and had the time of her life. Sadly, with everyone’s schedules, we didn’t have a big celebration, just a low key dinner out with her and Chris and myself. I loved the time with her, but I almost feel like I didn’t do enough to truly celebrate her twenty years here on earth. Carty is one of a kind for sure. Her full name is Caroline McCarty Smith. I was the last hold out – still calling her Caroline, until she gently told me I was the ONLY one who called her that and she really preferred Carty. When people would ask her how to spell it, she proudly said “It’s like party with a C,” and that sums her up perfectly.
Carty has grown into such a mature, responsible, fun young lady. I could not be more proud of who she is and how she lives each day. She is beautiful inside and out – and when I look at her now it’s hard to see the little tomboy who insisted on wearing her brother’s hand me down athletic shorts and t-shirts. In light of her recent jump from her teens to her twenties, I thought I would share a poem I wrote about her when she was little. I hope someday she will understand how much joy she brings to me and to this world.
She struts down the sidewalk
As if she was walking
The red carpet.
Even with grubby, skinned toes
And lollipopped, sticky fingers
She is prissy
Her stringy strands of dishwater blonde
Fall across her face,
Hiding her crystal blue eyes.
She is constant motion
Perfectly happy to play alone
Confident and absorbed in herself.
Oblivious to anyone’s world
But her own.
She is Carty
3 thoughts on “Carty – like party with a “C””
Such a beautiful poem 💖✨ Happy birthday to Carty
Beautiful, she looks like an amazing lady. 🙂
Thank you. She amazes me more and more each day!