I don't know why it didn't hit me back when she turned 13 in September. The day was pleasant enough, and included the obligatory cake and presents but it didn't really sink in. Then today, while drifting back into memory lane with really old music that my husband was going through, it occurred to me that my oldest child is less than two years from being the same age I was when I started dating my husband. That effectively killed the very nice wine buzz I had going.
For now, I am just going to be happy that she is young for her age, and hope for a few more years before she even starts thinking about dating, much less about marriage!
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