Wednesday, 27 February 2008

18

As if it's not enough of a shock to realise it's nearly March already, my baby girl just wandered in to the office (she's off work sick with Glandular Fever!) and nonchalently said, "Do you think for my 18th birthday . . ," I looked at her and blinked and thought, 18? I said it again in my head, 18. How could my baby be turning 18? (OK, so it's not 'til July, but still...) She'll be able to vote and to drink and get a passport without her parents signature and, and, she'll be an adult. My baby's nearly grown up. I think I'm in shock.

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