Today marks my little chickadee's 40th birthday. (Yes, I can admit to having a 40 year old daughter, although I myself am still only 29!)
My daughter entered the world at 1:16 pm on this date back in 1975, and what a terrific addition to this world she has proven to be.
She has become a truly marvelous young woman of whom I am extremely proud.
She is a terrific daughter and a fabulous mother.
But most of all, my daughter has become a wonderful friend.
She was an early talker, and has been bending my ear non-stop ever since. In her early years, I can remember wishing she had never learned to talk, she did so much of it! Now, I look forward to her telephone calls, and miss the days that we can't fit one in. (The calls don't happen nearly often enough now, what with texting being such a popular mode of correspondence.) One would think we'd run out of things to talk about but somehow, that never seems to happen.