Besides being Christmas, today is also my daughter’s 18th birthday. She’s a grown-up. She’s actually been a grown-up for some time now, in terms of maturity. Sure, she has the occasional teenage girl meltdown, but hell, so do I and I’m 38.
I couldn’t be more proud of the kind of person she’s turned out to be.
She has a good heart, she’s kind to children, animals and old folks, she doesn’t take any crap and she’s got a wicked sense of humor.
Also, pretty soon now, she’ll be able to belch the alphabet.
Your typical southern belle, in other words.
Here are some pictures of my very own Christmas miracle.
Happy Birthday and Merry Christmas, Baby Girl. I’m looking forward to seeing your next 18 years.
My very favorite Christmas video ever. Bing Crosby and David Bowie. Gold, baby. Holiday gold.