Lest we forget....you only turn 19 once

It was brought to my attention this week that I didn't blog about Lindsay's birthday. 

Feelings were hurt. Tears were shed. Things were thrown. 

Ok, I might be exaggerating. 

Honestly, her birthday was on Saturday and I don't blog on the weekends. When Monday came around I was still in Ozzie's health crisis-land. 

So, this is all about the birthday girl herself.

In the early days, she had terrible table manners. She's improved somewhat.

Did you know that Lindsay at one time was in a street gang? Thankfully I was able to get her into a program and she saw the pros of not being a thug. That was a tough year. 

But it went downhill from there....she joined a cheer gang;

It was short lived though, she didn't care for the outfits. 

And before I knew it, she fell in love with dance and then she leapt over the sun. 

We celebrated her 19th year with a family dinner cooked by someone other than I. 

 It's so nice to have all my people in one place at the same time to celebrate!!!

Wishing my baby a fabulous year full of adventure and no arrests. 

XOXO