It’s our 6th

(I think) week back in the States, and tonight three of us find ourselves at yet another hotel, mid-way through the journey to Cait's college of choice for the next 4 years. More importantly, tomorrow, most likely while driving to the town where said school is located…a certain someone will turn 18.

Since I'm writing this in the business center of a hotel somewhere in Western VA, and I still don't have a laptop, this will be short and sweet: Happy, Happy Birthday, dear Caitlin. It really does seem like yesterday that you were born, and I couldn't imagine you at one month old or a year, much less 18. Now, however, as you prepare to live (somewhat) on your own, it's hard to see you as anything but an amazing young artist with a sense of self I know I didn't have at that age. 

I'll blame my lack of laptop for not having that proper photo collage made, and instead will enjoy reviewing posts from years past.