Whoa, man, she’s 18!

It’s official, as of 4:30 this morning, I am the mother of an 18 year-old, as in, you know, a fully grown adult female.

Lump, meet throat.

Although, my husband Garth (NHRN) and I knew this day would come way, way too fast (we were right, dammit) aaaaaand, now that is here, well, DAMMIT!

I’m still getting used to the idea of Holly as a teenager (sort of) but, you know what?  I don’t mind it so much.  Not that I have a choice, or anything. 

Beeeecause, no matter how hard I try and will my baby girl back (to about hip level) there is no use denying it, my oldest HAS grown into a beautiful woh, woh, woh, D’OH!!!

Whoa, man, I swear, I got this.

[clears throat]

18 years to prepare for this VERY moment and, still, I’ve managed to muck it all up with silly, overly-cliché sentiments, like, MAH BAY-BEE GIRL IS ALL GROWED-UP AND EVERYTHING!

Then again, now that she IS an adult (SOB!) being an embarrassment to a grown up child just isn’t as much fun, anymore.

HowEVER, seeing as I am ALSO celebrating my 18th Motherversary, I feel it safe to say that it’s just too gosh-darned late to worry about propriety, at this point, really.

Because, I seemed to have raised myself a new best friend, for life and, you know what else, I’m okay with that, too, you know?!?

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