Happy Birthday, Honey!

So, you finally made it to the birthday you've been anticipating since you were four years old! "When I am 18, I will be a growed up and then I will be the boss of me," you declared with your arms folded across your chest after I told you it was bathtime. Today it's a precious memory; at the time I considered snatching you bald.

One of us exhibited some restraint through the years and the other grew a gorgeous head of hair!

Happy, happy number 18, sugar. May your days be bright and your worries be few.