She turned 18 yesterday. She is an adult. She can manage her own senior year. She can sign herself into the doctor's office. She is excited to vote. She registered last month, as soon as she could. She wanted a lemonade birthday cake. The only non-chocolate cake person in the family. She is lemonade all the way. She knew this was the last birthday of her childhood, and she drank up every moment, from the new Happy Birthday banner made just for her, to the 100 or so Happy Birthday wishes on Facebook. Most people take those wishes for granted, not her. She got excited every time she checked and there were more. Genuinely excited and giggly. She is definitely lemonade.
You have been everything I could have ever hoped for in a daughter, and so much more.
Happy 18th Birthday.