My first-born baby turned 18 today. That means that something that came out of my vagina can now legally smoke a cigarette. Mind blown.
I know a lot of you already have kids that are over 18 and that’s no big deal. But I’m talking about ME here. I was always the youngest person at work. I still scream and sing in my car. I remember high school like it was yesterday.
I’m starting to get the hint that just maybe I’m getting older. My squishy parts, reading glasses and the fact that I fall asleep on the couch every night. Let’s top it off with a back-handed compliment from a young co-worker a few weeks ago who told me I remind her of her father and she LOVES her father. Oy…
Happy Birthday Hannah!
Your Young and Still Totally Hip in Her Mind Mother