My oldest child turns 21 today. No longer a child (although she hates when I say that). Although I can remember life before her, I have a hard time remembering a time when I didn’t know her. She’s beautiful. She’s smart. She’s quirky (in a good way). She’s talented. She’s simply amazing. She’s my daughter. Happy 21st birthday, Clare.
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And she’s pretty!
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I agree, but I am her mom.
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Love the photo. Captures the “inside” beauty of Clare. If it weren’t for the object in her hand, this pic could have been snapped a hundred years ago.
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Thanks Mindie. I agree. It was a candid shot — she’d just posed with the statue. I do wish the water bottle had been something different — like a feather or flower. Oh well. :-).
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. . . . and she’s my niece who I love unconditionally and am so proud of.
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… and she loves you too, Aunt Ginny.
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a stunning young woman. Looks alot like her mom did at that age. Beautiful
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Aww, Woody. How sweet of you. I only wish I did look like her when I was her age.
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