We’re having a party. My oldest baby will be 18 tomorrow. He didn’t ask for a party, and I suspect I have planned one primarily to distract myself from the unavoidable fact that my oldest baby will be 18 tomorrow. So, I’m gathering the picnic items, buying flowers, ice, drinks, and taking care of a dozen other details all in order not to think too much about my oldest baby turning 18 tomorrow.
So far, it’s working really well.