My daughter is 23.
There I said it. That was not easy. How can this be? The curly-headed little girl that used to boss us all around is now really a grown up. Like taking the 6:45 train go to work everyday kind of grown up. Like getting back a tax refund kind of grown up (lucky girl).
I have always said that the first 5 years of parenting lasts forever and after that it flies by so fast you don’t know what hit you.
Happy birthday to the one who knows me best, keeps me in line, chills me out, shares the ups and downs and still makes me laugh every day. (well almost every day).
For those who are saddened by the idea of their kids growing up, here is some wonderful news. It gets better every year.
Love you Petuney. May your dreams all come true, even if they are taking a little detour on the 6:45 right now.