It’s scary when your baby turns twenty-five. In the first place I’m not nearly old enough (mentally) to have this happen. In the second, she has her own place in a different city and thinks she’s grown. Just because I thought I was grown at twenty-five is no reason for her to. I was wrong, so is she!
Okay, she may be twenty-five but this is the way I remember her. She looked like a red dandelion at times and could fly off just as quickly. But she loved her big brother and was always busy charging after him or finding something to do . . . And always so helpful – must come in handy on those theater sets Happy Birthday Samantha Honeycutt – My Baby Girl!
Beautiful baby! And she really looks like a helpful little thing. Happy birthday to her – you should drink a glass of wine in her honor.
Yeah, helpful and always busy – maybe I’ll need a whole box of wine 😉
I have a new favorite wine called “Sophia.” I suggest that instead of a box. I can’t believe she’s 25…of course my baby is 30!!!
I’ll check it out. Maybe it’s nice when the kids are older than us??