|Not actually this baby. But equally adorable.|
To those of you without children, that might sound like damning with faint praise. But for the parents out there, you understand. I'll bet some of you would love (or have loved) to raise a not unreasonably difficult child.
|Such a creature really does exist, I promise.|
|There are no step-by-instructions for raising a good kid.|
This has been a tough year for her. Her parents split. She's had to live in a mostly unfurnished apartment for weeks because I gave almost all the furniture to her dad, and then the house refused to sell. I can't even begin to pretend I know how that must feel to a teenager.
|No one cares if you still remember the words|
to the "Elmo's World" theme song.
Being a grownup sucks sometimes.
Maybe David Bowie taught me that.
I don't know.
What I mean to say is: Happy Sweet 16, PDaughter. I love you more than anything in the world.
Now please start applying for college scholarships, because my ass is broke, and universities don't give a crap if you have a dazzling smile.
But I do. And your smile makes happy.
Happy Birthday, sweet pea.
Thanks for being not unreasonably difficult.