Despite February's efforts to derail our Girl's Weekend, we managed to dodge the snowstorms long enough to make the trip; as you can imagine, this made me very, very happy.
It also made me very, very tired, which is why I won't write about it today. Instead, I feel it is important to use the little bit of energy that I have left for the day to tell you all that, while on that Girl's Weekend, I missed Queen B's birthday.
Now, she knew I was going to miss it, which is why she and I celebrated a couple of weeks ago, but, I would be lying if I said that I didn't harbor a lot of guilt for missing it, despite that fact. I can't help it, I'm a mother, we have guilt. I'm going to try to assuage that guilt by extholing the virtues of the child who made me a mother, so, bear with me.
Queen B, at the age age of 22 (22! How did that happen?!), is funny, smart, responsible, dependable, loyal, snarky, sarcastic, and amazing. She has grown into a lovely young woman, capable of doing anything she sets her mind on. She is adulting like a seasoned pro, holding down a job, making rent and car payments with not a complaint. She's thisclose to graduating from college, and she's got the student loans to prove it.
I enjoy every moment of every day with her and I miss her when we are apart. I could not have asked for a better daughter. So, while I may be just a titch late (hey, she was a whole week late when I was pregnant with her; paybacks!), I want to wish the Queen a very happy birthday!
Whew! I feel better now.