Another day older, and deeper in debt
My sister made mention of the fact that here fellow actor, who is playing her daughter, is actually young enough to be her daughter. To boot, the actor is 16. To this, I have no sympathy.
My sister, who is 5.5 years my senior, is finally feeling my pain. Yesterday was my seocnd oldest daughters 9th birthday. My eledest will be 11 in March... You do the math. I am 5.5 years younger than my sister, my daughter is 5.5 years younger than her co-star. This is a reality that I live with everyday.
Still, my baby was 9 yesterday. Seems like a couple months ago that we brought her home from the hospital. This littel angel has gone through more personal reinventions than Madonna. First she was the silent type. Then she was the goofy Noodle. Then she was Pinkie, where everything had to be pink. Now, she likes green and race cars. Oh, did I mention that she has the gift of gab? Truly amazing. Not to mention a razor sharp wit and a dry sense of humor. That to go with well-deep intelligence, unparalleled charity and a unmeasured desire to please. She is still my baby and sometimes it hurts to love her so.
Yesterday was her special day, and I think it was to her, at least I hope it was.
9 more days and the real baby turns 2.... now there is a wildcat! But that is for another posting.