On December 1, 1994 at the age of 20, I became a mom. Brianna couldn’t have been a more perfect baby. She was a good sleeper, a good eater and absolutely beautiful.
This weekend we celebrated 18 years of my gorgeous first-born.
We went to Kansas City for a shopping trip.
And some ice skating (very little ice skating, but I won’t go into that right now).
And then we celebrated at home with a double-decker cookie before she headed out for the evening.
I can’t believe I’m the parent of an adult. Graduation is just around the corner. And then college. Where does the time go?
One day old:
3 weeks old (first Christmas):
2 or 3 months?? I wasn’t very good at writing on the backs of pictures:
Easter, 1 1/2 years:
4 years old, first day of preschool:
6 years old:
8 years old:
10 years old:
17th birthday (Christmas parade):
Happy Birthday to a beautiful young woman, inside and out! I love you, Bri, with all of my heart!!