I suddenly feel old. While I truly do adore parenting young adults, there’s something so final about the baby turning eighteen. A door slamming shut on a season of life. A door I thought I’d never reach when I brought this baby home the week of Thanksgiving to his three year old sister and nineteen month old brother. But here we are. And it’s bittersweet.
So I’m shouting out happy birthday wishes to our baby boy as he steps across a threshold. I’m just glad we still have him around to enjoy for a little while longer.