Last month my baby girl became a legal adult.
I don't know where the time has gone. Even writing this I am emotional. She was my first baby. The one I learned my heart could beat outside of my body for. The one who named me Mom.
I still have a year at home with her, she's a senior this year.
Back in April I found a great deal on tickets to NYC and bought them to take her on a trip for her birthday. I invited my mom, my sister-in-laws (one was able to join us), and two of my best friends. We took the city by storm and didn't stop. I have more coming on our trip soon, I promise.
The best moment of the trip for me was right after we arrived. We got to our hotel (right in Times Square), dropped our stuff out and went in search of food at 11:30pm. We found slice pizza and sat down to eat. I looked at the time and it was 11:58. I got teary eyed looking at my little girl across the table from me as memories in time of her flashed through my mind. And then I looked again and it was 12am. My little girl turned 18 eating slice pizza in the middle of Times Square.
Thank you for being so good. Thank you for making right choices. Thank you for being someone I want to go on vacations with and make memories. I can't wait to see what you do with this year and how you grow.
I love you.