The names of both the innocent and guilty have been changed in the postings on this blog in an attempt to retain anonymity and freedom of opinionated expression.
My Zinnie looked like this a few weeks ago when she graduated high school.
Today she turns 18. Legally an adult, required to vote, free to choose to drink alcohol and be in licensed premises. I bought her 18 long stemmed roses. 12 red, 6 white, partly because we're hosting a cocktail party tomorrow night to celebrate her birthday which will be decorated in white, red and black. Partly because for 6 years her Dad's love has been sent from heaven rather than lived out here on earth.
It's amazing what great parenting strides can be made by getting through 10 minutes at a time, breathing, and stepping gently into the next moment.
My girl is ready to spread her wings and I am thrilled - however crazily that makes the butterflies in my stomach flutter and my heart constrict!
Nothing interesting. Truly, I'm as boring as all get out.
Snarky, snippy, middle-aged, known to speak my mind plainly - though life has mellowed me somewhat and enabled me to see the many shades of grey that most situations have.