So I guess they really aren’t babies anymore. The years have just flown by, which makes me realize how quickly my baby will be 21- which means I’ll be 51. I don’t really want to think about that. It also makes me remember (vaguely) being 21. That was kind of a fun year. The heady days of Taco Mac, Clayton College, The Nick, Jeff State, and my Volkswagon Cabriolet. I loved that car. I told DH when I am 50 and all our kids are driving, I am buying another one. It was fabulous! Imagine driving with the top down, a car full of people singing, the wind whipping through your hair and a full moon lighting the country roads. What was your favorite car? What do you remember about being 21?
baby brother’s 21st birthday August 9, 2007