Our baby.
She finally turned 1 2.
Okay, so she’s a little older than that.
If you ask me, it takes a special kind of nerve to just catapult yourself to your 21st birthday right before your mother’s eyes. What the what?
Every birthday should be so special. How did we get here already? 21? No more princess cakes? No party games?
Family, friends and decorations. All just the way you want them.
You only turn 21, once….right?
No worries, your dad will still play pranks on you. Like buying a decoy watch to give you before he gives you the fancy Daniel Wellington watch you really wanted.
Some grown up girls even decorate their own birthday cake because…bossy. Isn’t it beautiful?
Both the cake and birthday girl. Just gorgeous!
Of course it got a little hippy with all the glow sticks.
And snuggly by the fire for some football.
The party ended and the house got quiet. Balloons, flowers and glow sticks still hung around…..
And my heart swelled with pride that my last baby turned 21. I’m not sad, now we can get seating anywhere when the restaurants are full. Woohoo, legal eagle girl!!
Happy Birthday Gates! I love you so much!