Thinking back.... I remember thinking, Wes got his wish. He wanted a son (to carry on the name) and a baby girl to spoil. When I came to (from the anesthesia of C-Section), he was holding her and rocking her and calling her his little pumpkin. By the way, she was kind of orange-colored (jaundiced).
So this December, she is 23. My sweet baby is 23. A grown woman. A successful career. A college degree. A (dare I say it) Significant Other (very nice young man with good prospects).
Guess what she wanted for her birthday. (You'll never guess....) Truffles. That's correct.... Chocolate balls of ecstacy. She may be Daddy's Little Pumpkin, but she has her mom's priorities.
What she got was a family get-together at the restaurant of her choice (Mexican Food!), with the extended family and her SO. I had a great time. We talked and ate and ate and talked and laughed. It was the best sort of family get-together.
The best part was when her Dad speared the SO with THE QUESTION: You do realize that this is my daughter..... how far away do you plan to drag her from us? *If I was the SO, I would have swallowed hard, and said, "I don't plan to take her away from you at all, Sir. The Federal Government will do that for me." What could her Daddy say?
So, I guess the point of my long dissertation is that I am old. I was called a "middle-aged woman" the other day. It is a sad day when I realize I am old. No longer one of the younger set, I am not even of the Jet Set. Just an old woman.....
Looking forward to new teeth. A hearing aid. A cane..... Someone else paying my bills..... *Hey* this could be good!!!!!!
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