My daughter turned 18 two days ago. Legally she’s an adult now but she’ll always be my baby. One who’s never liked a big fuss or being the centre of attention but this weekend that’s what she was.
On Friday night we drove to Mansfield, where she’s worked casually at a horse trail riding company for the past couple of years. Upon finding out she was turning 18 they organised a birthday dinner celebration with all the people she’s worked with up there.
What followed was a lovely night with a group of people who have embraced her with open arms. A touching speech by Laura, owner of the horse trail riding company, made me realise how loved she’s become up there. And how right we were to put our trust in them.
Her other boss Johno (who also celebrated his birthday on the same day) invited us all to stay overnight at his spectacular property. The ‘kids’ opted to sleep out in their swags.
Back at home the next day we prepared for our own celebration. Nothing fancy or too crazy, she didn’t want a large party. Just her closest friends around a camp fire.
She had a great night. Music, laughter, drinks and pizza, chocolate moose birthday cake … by the time her friends left light rain started to fall. We couldn’t have timed it better.
By 3am a storm arrived with fierce wind and rain. Thunder shook the house and crackling bolts of lightning lit up the sky. Harry ended up on our bed, a quivering mess of nerves.
Thank goodness they didn’t sleep out like she’d originally planned! The night had been perfect. We were all safe inside while Mother Nature put on a wild show outside.
Sometimes things happen for a reason. Sometimes we’re meant to be just where we are.
Wishing my wonderful daughter lots of love and happiness as she travels onwards.
And I wish you all a wonderful week ahead. Stay safe and keep enjoying the journey.