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.
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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