My oldest son, the one who made me a momma, is 18!
It is such a bittersweet day. My emotions have literally been all over the place.
I am so proud of who you are becoming. I love the memories we have made. I'm excited for the paths that are laid out before you. I worry about the decisions you now have to make on your own. I'm sad that your childhood has come to an end.
Today was supposed to be a big day. It's technically Spring Break & we had plans! For years now, you have talked about wanting a tattoo. My response has always been "when you are 18 & pay for it yourself". You've had the perfect one picked out for months, you've been saving your money, & you even convinced me to go with you!
You were going to hang out with friends over the weekend. We were going to throw a big party & celebrate this milestone!
But life throws curveballs & sometimes things don't go how we want them to.
Instead, we ate supper as a family, cried together because you couldn't go see your friends & you blew out candles off of a homemade cake.
Life is certainly different than what we could have ever imagined it would be right now, but you have the whole world ahead of you & I can't wait to see the mountains you are going to conquer next!
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