Breann. Seventeen. One year before being an adult. Crazy how time flies. I love seeing how she is growing and becoming the woman she is becoming, but I also find it to be bittersweet. I love how she also still has that bit of child in her, the one I hope she never loses, the one who asked me to make cupcakes for her class because it's her birthday, even though she is now seventeen.



And. I will also deliver roses to her school (white ones), just because she requested such...WHITE roses.



I hope she never finds it to be of little importance to ask for cupcakes. I hope that every single year, when she's twenty, thirty, and so on, right up even when she is seventy and eight years old, she asks for those cupcakes. I hope she sees those cupcakes as important as the essay she has to turn into her teachers or any deadline at work she has to meet later in life.

I love her smile, her laugh, her character. I love her boldness, her confidence, I love that she is my daughter. Happy Birthday, Breann!

And...this is just a follow-up to the birthday party on the weekend following Breann's Birthday. This is the story of her celebration...our celebration, celebrating this girl!