Yep, 16 years ago today, the Blond arrived. She had a monk's hair do, came two weeks early and gave me high blood pressure, mastitis and post natal depression. She woke every couple of hours, had a right royal attitude and wrapped her father so tight around her pudgy finger that he is still there. Threw epic tantrums, bit all of her sister's fingers off, ate the dog's food, and screamed her guts out on public transport, especially planes, trains and automobiles.
Was it worth it? Every minute. A beautiful young lady with a heart of gold and a killer smile. A little piece of sunshine that these days keep me sane. Happy sweet sixteen beautiful Blond.
Sweet reminder. Time flies. Sweet sixteen to the Blond !
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