So, the funnest part about my birthday, is knowing that my daughter's birthday is just around the corner!!!
Today, my oldest baby girl is a whopping 23 years old.
I wish her a wonderful, happy, crazy, good birthday.
But ask my youngest son, and he will tell you she acts like a 45 year old. Which odd since that is older then I am. :P
But he probably feels that way because she is his older sister, and she practice mothering on him. Both the good and the *bad*.
And she always felt like if he needed a good smack in the back of the head, well, she will rise up to the occasion and provide it like a good sister should.
They have a special bond. :D
Anyway, she is not here. Again. So the gifts were sent, the card mailed, the phone call made, the FB wishes posted.
If only I could hug her, and kiss her forehead.
But I can't.
And I can't do that to her beautiful baby boy either.
The one who, the minute she blinks, will be 23, too. And she will wonder where the time went.
And why, oh, why did she blink.
Happy birthday beautiful girl. You continue to make me proud.