19 Candles. One more than 18. 18 is grown, you know. Ask my daughter about the number 19, and she will unequivocally tell you that, yes, she is grown. I know this because she has already told me numerous times, usually in response to our warnings to be careful, to watch out for bad people, or errant or drunk drivers, and how these kinds of people are out in droves after midnight. Her answer … grown, grown, grown. Yes, I know. Don’t rub it in, please, because I remember when you were running around in diapers … and if there is one warning I can give you that makes the difference, despite you being grown, then I will be thankful I gave you that warning. She doesn’t like admonitions as she’s walking out the door, but as smart as she is, what she can’t understand is that she will always be my baby girl. The one who sometimes sought out my help and advice (and I say sometimes here, because this is Sara I am talking about!). I have watched her grow into a beautiful young woman. She doesn’t need my advice much now, but I need to give it to her. I like to think that somewhere deep down she is tucking this advice away for further inspection later on.
Yes, my daughter turned 19 a few weeks ago, and here are a few pictures to commemorate her glorious 19 year old self …
Time for presents … a wide assortment of unique gifts … flip flops & sunglasses courtesy of Daniel. The DVD “Juno,” and, I am not making this up, a jar of mayonnaise from Alex. Why a jar of mayonnaise, you might ask? Because he got her cheez whiz last year.
…and besides, it goes so well with the card he got her … “I’m so glad we’re sisters!”
This the summer after her freshman year in college, the year in which she tasted her first bite of freedom away from mom & dad. Whee, I’m free!!!! Now back at home for the summer where she encountered, ugh, a rule or two, (and a very lenient rule or two at that, I might add). It’s been a little tough on all of us but may she never forget this place she calls home, and it’s inhabitants, the people who love her most.
… ok, it’s a freaky looking cake, but I made it myself! There is a reason I went back to work after all those years of staying at home!