My little girl turned eighteen today. She now lives on her own, many miles away. This year I was not there when she woke up to wish her a happy birthday. I was not there to buy her a cake with her name scripted on the top in purple icing.
I love you and wish you a wonderful special day.
Love forever….. Mom oxoxo
Having just spent a week with little ones about the age of Sarah in the photo, it’s a lot of work, but a whole lot less worry. 18! How does it happen and where did the years go?