Every time one of my children has a birthday, I ask the night before for "the last four-year-old kiss" or the "last eight-year-old kiss." When the kids were little, I always managed to get that last kiss because I was usually the person putting them to bed. As the kids have gotten older, I have not always been the one to get that last kiss.
This year, my daughter is not even home on the eve of her birthday. On her last day as a teenager, she is driving home from a concert miles and miles away.
So instead of getting a kiss, I got her last nineteen-year-old text message.
9 comments:
WAHN! Of course we want them to grow up and lead happy productive lives, but then when they leave home, there are no last 29-year-old kisses or last 31-year-old-kisses! (The ages of my children this year before their birthdays). Sara will be 32 next week! She's the proud owner of a new house!
XOX Mary :-D
Sweet SmartBeautifulWonderful Daughter. Turning 20? Yikes. I know I'll freak.
Daughter owes you that kiss!
Can text messages be saved (asks this cell phone ingenue), at least?
Suzanne: Yeah, text messges can be saved ... but she'll be home tonight in time to celebrate her birthday, and we can hear all about her concert experiences.
At least she thought of you whilst out having fun!
jo(e): I love your blog. Hope you don't mind that I added a link to your page on my blogroll.
Happy Birthday to SmartBeautifulWonderful Daughter!
Beth: Thanks for the link. I consider it a compliment.
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