Morgan turns 20 in a few days.
For the first time in years, I won’t have a teenager.
They’re all in their twenties.
My little girl is a young woman.
I made her birthday dinner this past weekend, early, because she won’t be taking a break from college again for awhile.
Her boyfriend joined us for the birthday dinner (shrimp, her favorite) and I gave her a custom t-shirt that said “Don’t Make Me Go All Velociraptor On You! (one of Morgan’s madeup sayings) and some slipper boots.
Happy birthday, beauty!