We had our daughter’s 33rd birthday today. I made enchiladas and Ella baked a chocolate cake with white buttercream frosting. Abby’s special request. Even though she doesn’t like nuts, we put them on half the cake. Somehow a plain buttercream frosting doesn’t seem all that appealing without them
What really struck me is that she is 33 years old. She has had a rough life in many ways, but it seems as though it were just a short time ago that she was little. The same with our son, Sam. They are full grown adults with families and jobs and cars and stuff.
I miss them.
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