Wow. Can 20 years just fly by or what?
It doesn't seem all that long ago since she was the age of her own son. And those little girl years aren't all that far behind us either. But yet, here she is, an adult.
Today is an amazing event for both of us as it sends me down memory lane. I mean, 20 is the official start of adulthood, the official end of teen years, right? And so here we are, here to celebrate the path from her beginning to the here and now.
At the time of her birth she had collic, the nightmarish kind. During those unending hours of crying sessions I felt like we would NEVER get to a day when she could hold down solid foods. Sometimes I wasn't sure we'd make it to the next day without her dehydrating from the constant spitting up (more like gyser type hurling) of her formula, or myself dying of pure nerves and lack of sleep. 20 years ago. We did make it.
And I guess that makes me, her mother, officially "old" mmm?
