Today my baby turns 18.
Yes, today my Elysha is eighteen years old. She was born 8-6-86. Kind of a magical number, I thought.
I'm hoping the future brings her happiness and success in all she attempts. I know from experience that life doesn't always work that way, but I'm hoping there's a little magic in her birthday that will help her along. I wish I could make her understand that life is not always fair; that things don't always go your way and sometimes that turns out for the best.
Anyway, happy birthday, Elysha. May all your dreams come true!