My first born child is 18 now.
She used to trot to school and whinny at her teacher.
Now she can drive.
She is well on her way into a promising career in photography. She's gigging, she's set up for college in the fall, and she's getting to know other people in the photography biz.
All week she's been on assignment for a music festival, which means she is doing specifically what she plans to do to make a living: taking pictures of musicians!
I am bursting.
I can't even tell you.