when Cara still needed water wings
Cara, our youngest, is nineteen years old today. Gulp. She is attending classes and working and she appears to be grown. While I am overjoyed that she is thriving and experiencing all this good college stuff I am also a little mortified. How can she possibly be that old?
I confessed to her the other day that I haven't been able to go into her room and clean as I had intended after she moved out because every time I go in there it makes me sad. I am glad you are coming home next weekend. That will inspire me to get to it.
Happy Birthday Cara. Love you and can't wait for you to come home.