...she's old enough to pay for her own health insurance.
Wait, did you think I was talking about the crappy remake of Sex in the City? Oh, hell no; I've not heard great things.
Anyhoodle, yesterday, Queen B turned 26, which means she is no longer eligible for our health insurance. She actually took the initiative to get her own health insurance last month, so this is no great tragedy for her, but; I have to admit, it's a bit strange for me to grasp that my daughter is too old for me to insure.
Anyhoodle, again; since it's Thursday and I have started posting Throwbacks again; this is the post that I wrote about the day of Queen B's birth. It was a 36 hour labor of love (her birth, not the writing of the post, although, I did love writing about it) and it resulted in one of the two greatest gifts that I have ever received.
On this day 26 years ago, I was recovering from having a tiny, wailing human expelled from my uterus. Today, that tiny, wailing human is no doubt recovering from a night out with friends.
Circle of life, y'all.
Circle of life.