Happy Birthday, Baby

The Princess turns 18 today!

I can't believe that a whole year has gone by since I commemorated your 17th birthday. At 11:35 am today, you will be 18. You are beautiful and brilliant, talented and funny. You're thinking about college, I'm thinking about holding your hand to cross the street. How fast the years have gone!

This girl started early with the phone (and look at the size of it!) These days it seems that it's permanently connected to her.

Birthday parties were always lots of fun. Sometimes there was snow; lots of times we interrupted the Super Bowl to celebrate.

Presents were frilly dresses and dolls. What will it be this year? (Hoping that the present I ordered will actually arrive with the mail carrier today.)

The party dress this year was still blue, and it didn't look much bigger than the one you had when you were three! You looked wonderful, as always.

And so as I think back over the last 18 years, I am thankful to be your mother. We don't always see eye to eye, and we certainly have our disagreements, but I love you more than you can ever know and am extremely proud of you. As you head off into your future, know that we will be here to back you up, to support you, and to love you.

We've had fun times together and there will be more.

Happy Birthday, Princess. You are one in a million.

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