Today my beautiful daughter Bree is EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD.
Eighteen, people. I can barely wrap my head around this.
She woke up early this morning to open her presents and seemed even more awestruck than me that she’s a full-fledged adult. “Can you believe I’m eighteen?!” she kept asking me.
I just wrote and erased three paragraphs of total mushiness that Bree would have demanded I remove from this website. “Does the entire internet need to know how much you love me, mother?” she would say.
Suffice it to say that Bree is my first love. I can’t even begin to tell you how special she is to me.
It would make me really happy if my Makeup Bag readers would please help me wish Bree a happy 18th birthday (if you are on Twitter, she is @alohabree)!
Happy Birthday, sweet girl. Mama loves you.