And tomorrow she gets on a plane to leave home to return to school.
So, I won't be with my girl on her eighteenth birthday but I'm
okay with that because we celebrated her birthday as a family today.
My baby is almost all grown-up. She's spent the last two weeks applying to
colleges and universities and is busy planning her future.
It's all good. Fantastic, even.
But what I can't understand is how she got to be so old while I'm
still so young.
I know, according to the math, I'm old enough to have a child this
age but I don't really feel like I'm old enough
to have a daughter this uh, OLD.
Honestly, most days I still kinda feel like I'm twenty-something.
I'm sorta like Peter Pan in that I don't want to grow up or get older.
Actually, I'm okay with the idea of being a little bit older and having to be independent and responsible, I just don't want to get really old and fall apart physically and uh, lose what I still have left of my mind.
Sometimes, like tonight, I feel like I'm heading to old age at lightning speed.
Still, according to Google Peter Pan was created in 1902 and he
looks pretty spry and wrinkle-free for 110.
So, I guess there's hope.
How old do you feel?