On Sunday, the Boy turned 23. We sent him an Amazon gift card with enough to buy TWO books and have free shipping kick in.
Later, I looked at a really old picture of the kids (this one) to show someone else, and realized when I took it, *I* was 23. I had to go do something else before I thought about that too hard and wound up in a ball in the corner.
On Monday, Meaghan turned 18. She’s an adult now ;). Actually, a mere formality…. she wanted to go to Sarah’s place and have cake and pizza and party, so we did.
Addison, Kaytlyn and Izzy joined us. I took a butt-load of pictures, some of which I uploaded here. Izzy squealed and giggled and cooed and was generally as adorable as possible.
We had glow bracelets and I let her play with one as a light saber.
She needs booties and I did not know this when I finished these:
I was worried they woudl be a little too big, but I held them up to her feet and now I’m worried they will just barely fit. It was a long drive home, my eyes hurt and I was too tired, but I did find more fabric in my stash. Just for the grandbaby.
I was thinking how everyone has shifted over a level – circle of life, blah blah blah. It’s disconcerting when you’re nearing the old farts plane of existence though. In my head, my 23-me is not that far back.