Chickie's Birthday

My baby is 17. I know it is a cliche to say, "time flies," or "they grow so fast." But it really does fly by and they do grow up at incredible speeds. People tell you this and warn you to make sure you make every moment count but, nothing really prepares you for it. One day you are holding a baby girl in your arms and it seems like the next day you are sitting at her 17th birthday supper and you are on one side of her and her boyfriend is on the other. No matter what people tell you and how much they warn you nothing helps you to feel less sad. It's so crazy, one part of me is so happy that she is turning into an incredible young woman and the other part misses the little girl. I think I am also partly jealous too that I am losing my status as one of the most important people in her life. I know she loves me and I am important to her but she just needs me less and that is hard for me. Is it hard for all parents? Am I feeling this way because she is my first born? My only girl? Will I feel like this as my boys get older? Enough of the pity party and the woe is me.

I am not sure where I got the idea from, probably some show, but when N was a baby I wrote him a letter about my dreams and hopes for him. Some day, when he is older we will read it. I feel bad that I never wrote a letter for A. But I got to thinking, better late then never. So, I shall write her a letter. I better get one done for D sometime in the near future too.

---D wrapped up his robot, to give his sissy, so that they could share it. Sweet boy.----

---My first time making a cake using fondant.---

Anyway, Happy Birthday Baby Girl. Even when you are old and grey you will still be my baby girl. I love you truly. Happy 17th.