She turned thirteen yesterday.
How did this happen?
Okay. Smartasses. I KNOW how this happened. But good God! Where has the time gone?
Wasn't she just in Pre-K the other day? Sitting in the sand and making pasta pictures?
And now she's talking about a license and a job. And most of her years with me are gone. She's thirteen. A teenager. And now she'll be working on spreading those wings and becoming the wonderful woman I know she will be.
The one absolutely brilliant part of yesterday was that I would break out in song while we were shopping. The ENTIRE day. Oh yes. *grins* The "Happy Birthday" tune came out frequently and at high volume.
Wal-Mart. The Game Stop. Cato. The Dollar Tree. Parking lots. Anywhere. Everywhere.
*sigh* Good stuff.
Thirteen.
Happy Birthday, baby.
Grins*
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Happy birthday to the #1 chicken! :)
I think it ate my last comment so I'm trying again.
OMG, you daughter must have loved that. She's very grown up now and there really isn't anything worse in the world than a mom who embarrasses you. I hope I am similiarly inspired when my kids hit 13. Happy B-Day to the kiddo.
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