Firstborn Is An Adult!

Bam. Just like that, she turned 18. My memories of her as a baby, a toddler, in elementary school are so fresh in my mind. It's flown by. I know everyone says that. I was warned that it would, but it's still a shock.

I posted this on her 18th birthday.

When I turned 18, my dad surprised me at my high school by having flowers delivered. CC decided to do that for our sweet girl.

We took her and a friend out for Turkish breakfast, then had a family gathering that night. She wanted  Singapore Chicken Rice, of course. It was truly a special night. Twinkle Toes painted her watercolor scenes of Turkey. They were destined for a calendar, but we all screamed, "NO! FRAME them!" They are unbelievable. I have friends asking for color prints of them. We thought stringing them across her dorm room would be beautiful.

I ordered a USA cake mix on Amazon, CC brought it in his luggage, and I wrote all over it, "For ME's birthday! Don't touch!"

Big Ben ran up and got his box of money and just dumped it all out for her.

Sweet Cheeks made her a homemade gift.

And Miss Middler (whose hair I love here) painted her a card and wrote a sweet note, with a promise to buy her a gift in Cappadocia.

And our gift to her was a big one this year...her first laptop...to take to college.

Happy birthday, beautiful! I couldn't be prouder of you!