So, it's finally the big day. Today, you turn twenty. The big 2-0. You are now officially in your twenties. No more being called a teenager. YOU ARE OLD. Okay, not really. I bet you feel old, though. When you are forty, I'll have to remind you how you felt so old at twenty.
You know that you've made me earn every gray hair I have, and I'm going to start sending you the bill for my hair coloring, because it's getting pretty expensive.
Though, I'm starting to mellow out over the years with dealing with your crisis after crisis. Being the oldest has paved the way for your brother and sister and thanks to you, Emily will not get a car til she's twenty and not date til she's thirty. Heck, she's NEVER leaving the house.
I can't complain too much. You did give me the best grandbaby ever, even though he can be a bit ornery.
I know that you've been through alot upon having Zach, but the right guy will come someday to love the both of you more than anything. (Just stop settling for any losers along the way!)
I hope you enjoy being twenty. It's a great age and just have fun with it.
Love, your Mama.