The Offspring turns 11 today. I believe I am *much* too young to have an eleven-year-old daughter. Don’t you agree?
Actually, it doesn’t feel that bad. I think it will hit me more when she reaches bigger milestones — like actually becoming a teenager at thirteen; sixteen; nineteen. Those birthdays will feel a lot more significant, methinks.
Even though she won’t read this — maybe even ever — I still have to say: Happy Birthday, Munchkin! I love you TONS!