A streak has com to an end. Without the fanfare of Cal Ripken Jr., or the moving speech of Lou Gehrig, a longer lived but less well known Iron-man race has quietly closed. For twenty eight years, five months and thirty days, my mom and dad have had as few as one and as many as five minor children. Today, the youngest , my baby sister, has legally become an adult.
A chicken dinner, Grandma's cake, a little candle, a few cards and poof... you grew up. Just like that.
Welcome, adorable one, to the ranks of adulthood. Go get yourself a lotto ticket!
P.S. You are still the baby!
P.P.S. And you still can't swear in front of mom.
1 comment:
Hey T!
That was really sweet! Glad to know there's someone equally as dorky to know exactly how long mom and dad have had minor children! Keep upt he good work and thanks for letting me comment under your name!
Meggie
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