I can’t believe it either. Seventeen. She came to us two weeks before her ninth birthday.
This is the kind of picture you get when you hand your phone to your seventeen year old and tell her to take a selfie. I swear, she wasn’t surprised. Or confused. But, that look kind of implies both, huh? Who gets girls?
The black coat she’s wearing was her birthday gift. She also is getting a pair of boots tonight. And, a couple other things from Rob. Underwear she chose for herself and I wish I hadn’t looked at to fold when I wrapped it. This morning, she wanted to get to school real early. The girls from cosmetology were taking her in for a birthday makeover.
Who knows what she came out of that looking like. But, we made sure she had the things she needed to undo anything they did.
She didn’t ask for anything special for dinner, but for breakfast, she asked for homemade pancakes, real bacon (not turkey bacon) and eggs over easy. So, that’s how I started my day.
I’m glad she’s here. I’m glad she’s having a good seventeenth.
I didn’t choose to have children. But, I did choose to be a parent. It was a hard decision to make and we made it in about two hours because it had to be quick. Decisions that change your life are supposed to be hard and sometimes, you have to decide quick.
I mess up a lot. But, I get a lot right, too. I guess I’ll keep doing it. I’ve got nothing better to do with my time.
Just one more year til she’s legal. Lord help us!