It can’t be happening…my youngest child, my only daughter is thirty seven today. She is catching up to me much too fast.
In a weak moment I agreed to guest post on her blog on her birthday. She has many talents, and for some I will take a little credit; but her writing skills clearly did not come from me.
Such a jumble of thoughts and feelings. Most of our years together we have been in agreement that we are very much alike, clones, finishing each others sentences, unspoken words or just knowing each others thoughts.
Trying to put my thoughts into some order it is our differences that keep popping into my head. ‘MrsFatass?’ Suckhole? Tell all posts? Soooo not me. But I have come to appreciate her openness and frankness and how it helps others to be more open. I hardly blush at all anymore.
I guess what I would really like to relate to you all is how proud I am of my thirty seven year old daughter. She has grown into such a beautiful, independent, confident, intelligent, loving, caring woman. She makes me very happy. Plus, she (and Trophy Husband) have produced two of my favorite ‘things’
I love reading everything she writes and enjoy, just as much, reading all the comments from you – her followers. I guess we really are more alike than not!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DAUGHTER. I LOVE YOU.