Twenty one years ago I was a child.
A child having a child.
We grew up together. You taught me so much.
And how to let go.
Today is the birthday where they say you are finally an adult.
No real significance but ceremonial.
The birthday where ceremony dictates you drag out the baby photos, the ones you threaten to share throughout your childs life.
‘That is a 21st photo!’
And that is exactly what we did at your party. A DVD on loop full of nudie baby pics and tween selfies.
The piece d’ resistance…
On the back of the toilet door at your party.
COMIC SANS! COMIC MOTHERFUCKING SANS! I AM HILARIOUS!
I remember SAYING this was a photo for your 21st while I was snapping this pic.
Old skool camera with film style.
Today you will spend with Da Boyfriend and your friends. I will spend it buying new teatowels or something equally boring and necessary.
The day you become a cerimonial adult and I start using your real name on my blog.
Cause that shit is like, IMPORTANT.
Happy 21st Birthday my beautiful amazing wonderful Maddie.
I love you.