We're old. Or rather, I'm old. I wonder if you're still 18. Probably.
We'll be watching Dumb and Dumber tonight and I might make a pie. Your niece thinks the pie is a great idea. Of course, she doesn't quite understand that it's your birthday and not hers. She's already invited one friend over and told them it will be a Frozen themed party.
All I know is that since you've gone, time has marched on. And yes, it's marched across my face. I saw myself in the mirror a couple of days ago and thought, "Oh, my word, I'm MOM!" My lines are in the exact same places hers are - it's more than a little disturbing.
I miss you. Still.