The Internet insists on reminding me that my oldest is no longer a teenager. My email told me when I logged on this morning:

Skype told me after enticing me to open it with a notification in my taskbar:

And of course Facebook told me it was Clare’s birthday.

It’s not that I feel old or anything — it is just that now I need to change my “About me” statement.

Oh, and Happy Birthday Clare. You’re still my little girl.