

I could rehash all those overused phrases: "How time flies!", "It was just the other day when she was so little.", "My oldest baby is all grown up!", "In a blink of an eye, she's out of the nest; she's flown the coup. She's......"
You get the idea without me saying any of those cliches? Good!
Having a 26 year old daughter makes me feel as if I should check into the Smithsonian Museum as an ancient parent.
We're mighty proud of our oldest "baby".
As I have said in the beginning, our children are our jewels from God.
Wild Thing is six years younger than Haley; No sweetheart, no spouse, no children, no college education, he sits today in our rocking chair. Wild Thing doesn't rock much, and he keeps to himself. One thing I can tell you about dear old Wild Thing, he has not flown the coup!
:-)

2 comments:
And now, your 2nd reader will post her comment.
My almost 2 year old talks better and better everyday. (insert normal cliches here)
I just hope when she is 26 she will enjoy her talks with me like I enjoy my talks with you.
I'm glad you put a picture of Wild Thing. It makes it more clear in case someone else read this.
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