Today my one and only daughter turns 27. How can that be? I don't feel much older than 27 myself...until I look in a mirror, that is.
Without consulting me at all, time continues to zoom forward at warp speed. Sometimes I think it would be a blessing to slow down the years. But how could I choose when to apply the brakes? In every year it seems like some wonderful thing or another has happened. I'm optimistically hoping that the future brings more of the same.
Perhaps it's smarter to ignore my image in the mirror. Who needs to consider what that old lady thinks, anyway? It's much more fun to listen to the teenager hidden under the wrinkly facade, who resides deep in my soul. That girl is up for a party anytime.
Happy 27th birthday to my pretty baby!