Today is April 25, so that means the senior turns 18 and the husband hits 45. Poor guy - he hasn't had a decent celebration since becoming a father... though I did throw a nice 40th surprise party at work that he never saw coming.
A couple days ago, the senior announced she's going to purchase booze, cigarettes and a lottery ticket today after school just because she can. She's now "legal" to buy all of these things on her own in England. She was talking about maybe doing a pub crawl tour or going clubbing in London this weekend with friends since another girl in her social circle turned 18 last week. I realize it's very WASPy, showing my Puritan roots, but I'll be glad to get back to the US in June where she is NOT legal to drink. Not that it stopped any of us from enjoying those tasty Bartles and Jaymes wine coolers back in college before we turned 21.
Despite a bunch of rookie parenting mistakes - letting you hit your noggin a time or two and losing you in clothing racks at the mall more than once - the senior has turned into a pretty young woman with a kind heart. You've come a long way, baby, but you've got miles of fab things like graduation and going off to college on the horizon. We've been blessed to see you flourish despite some serious medical issues and hope you celebrate at least 100 more birthdays.
We ♥ ya bunches!
Dad, Mom and Callie
(and your furry siblings Tabby and Ollie)