Laura is 21
It didn’t seem possible.
The little girl I rocked and danced to sleep singing Stones and Steve Miller band to, the little girl that did a turn around from my boys and read ME bedtime stories, the sweet precious that asked to see “dot coms” as she climbed up on my lap, the lover of nature that kept turning our indoors into an outdoors, was turning 21. A huge reason to return to the USA, a huge milestone for both of us.
She elected to celebrate ON her actual birthday, with fideus…
…and tortilla de patatas.
It’s really favorites for everyone in this household.
Doesn’t matter if you’re 21 or over, sometimes I look at these two and still see two children. I am sure I have seen them make these faces many times before.
I didn’t have ink in my printer and couldn’t make the card I had planned, but it turned out ok, I found a perfect card for her.
She didn’t want to cry.
Miquel saves the day and makes Laura laugh.
Tops from a boutique at Hillary’s Boat Harbour…
…called Roobarb.
Yaya, Heather, and Miranda were there too.
Finish the evening off with carrot cake! Happy 21, Laura.
