Lana has always been so brave, an adventure seeker from the start.
At 4, she learned to kneeboard on the lake, and loved to climb the rock wall at the Y.
When she was 6 years old and a hurricane was coming through, she begged us to take her to the beach so she could "see some action."
For her 8th birthday, she wanted to go parasailing instead of having a party,
and she ziplined like a pro that summer with our students at Camp Baldwin.
In 3rd grade, we got this email from her teacher:
On a trip to New Orleans at age 9, she tried and loved raw oysters
and was the one member of Team Davis to try the edible bugs at the Insectarium:
It's just the way she has always been,
and one of my absolute favorite things about her.
She's reserved in so many ways,
but the girl is always looking for a thrill.
As we spent Spring Break hiking some trails in north Alabama,
I lost count of the times I told her to be safe, to look out, to please not fall over the edge.
She was always the one out in front, or closest to the ledge,
or farthest away, or climbing the highest.
I love everything about this wild, wonderful girl.
She's going to set the world on fire,
if her mama can manage to find the balance between
letting her run free and find the adventure
and keeping her alive to see another day.
She is delightfully chaotic,
a beautiful mess.
Loving her is a splendid adventure.