As in Birthday. Last year she was twenty-three. Today she is twenty-four. Wow! That year just whizzed by. I am still amazed to be the mother of adult children.
I remember her like this.
She was seven.
And I remember birthday parties like this.
She was eleven. He was seven. It was a sleepover. We made beaded bracelets and played with giant bubbles.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY EVA!