My oldest turned 18 last week.
I asked her if it feels any different. She told me it doesn’t. Her siblings keep telling her how behind the curve she is. I got married at 18. She reminds them I also met Blaine three months after I turned 18. Bought herself a squeak of time.
She and Eden went to the local rodeo the night of her birthday. I think Liberty was thoroughly enjoying that there is such a thing here.
Liberty asked for tools for her birthday. She got her very own toolbox with hammer, clamps, screw drivers, and tape measure, along with a pair of insulated bib overalls. Grown up gifts. Such a strange spot to be in. I feel old.
Liberty is taking two classes this summer. She’s finished her first year towards her associates in Business Accounting, and transfers this fall to the local tech college to finish. With different class requirements, she had to take an accounting class over the summer to be on track to finish in the spring. She’s talking about finding a job here but hasn’t started looking yet. The break has been lovely.
Happy birthday, Liberty Skye. I can’t believe you’re a grown up already. I’m so proud of the person you are.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIBERTY!! Hard to believe I am sure for the parents. Haha! Hard for me to grasp my boys, grandsons and great grandkids ages. Passing by soooo fast. Yep, it does make us feel old. HA!!