In just a few minutes, is Linnea’s 18th birthday. Wow! My baby is all grown. As I am writing this, her birthday party is winding down. She had quite a few friends over tonight. They have been singing and dancing, eating and playing games. She had a whole group of them over here the other night , too, and they were even louder then. She is enjoying her party. Tomorrow is the family party, our regular Sunday dinner. I am so proud of Linnea. She is such a good girl, and always wants to be good, and has great goals in life. I hope she will always do well. Am I sad that my baby is 18? No, not at all. Well, maybe a little. It is exciting to think that she will be on her own (sort of) pretty soon, going to college. Have I done a good enough job to prepare her for life? Will she be OK? Will she make good choices in life? I sure hope so. Who will she marry? Hopefully that won’t be for a long time, but who is out there preparing himself to some day marry my daughter? Lots of thoughts. She is excited about turning 18 but also a little nervous.
18 years ago that I was pregnant with her. I actually weigh more now than I ever did pregant. That is pretty sad! I also started coloring my hair after she was born and some people asked me if I was her grandmother. My hair already started turning grey. She wants me to keep my hair colored until after she is married. I don’t really care if I am grey, but I think she would rather have a young looking mom. It is funny: to her I am an old mom, and to my grandchildren I am a young grandma.
The years have gone by fast. Linnea was such a blessing to us when she was born. Everybody loved her. She was the one everybody greeted when they got home, she was the one everybody wanted to hug. She brought such a sweet spirit into the home. She was everybody’s little princess. She didn’t like wearing pants, only dresses, and she didn’t wear pants until first grade or so. She was also scared of men until about first grade. How things change!
I love you Linnea!
