I’ve long said that time has no meaning, but today? Hoooooboy. Time is truly bereft of worth this fine day.

Why is this?

Because today, the wee babe who made me the mom I am today, the lil kid who kept me on my toes, the young adult working on launching into the world…that person is 25 today.

I am far too young to have a 25-year-old child. I say this because I am all of 17 years upon this earth, a delicate flower of innocence and charm, far too lovely to have a full grown-ass adult as ...