Before Emma headed to bed tonight she asked if I would come up and say the birthday poem. I honestly was not expecting that, given that she turns eighteen tomorrow, so was rather unprepared/surprised when she asked but was so very happy to do so! I just love that these traditions have stuck and clearly mean something to her (and Grace and us as a family).
After the birthday poem was said and Emma was in bed, gifts were wrapped and put out for the morning. It's hard to believe that this is the final night that we will have one non-adult in the house. Goodness, these years have just flown by so very fast! Time, you are truly a thief! xo
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