Happy Birthday to my Firstborn Chick

Yesterday my eldest child turned 22. Not one of those momentous birthdays, like turning 16, 18 or 21, but a day to be celebrated nonetheless. Yesterday, as an adult she still needed to go to work, go to college, put gas in her car, and pay her bills. Maybe she started to wonder what was so special about getting older anyhow. Why all the fuss to grow up when all that happens is that birthdays just mean you have to do all the not-so-fun grownup things.

Or does it?

In our family, we try to make a special dinner; one that the birthday person chooses. In years past, on Adrienne's day, we have had jambalaya, sausage and sauerkraut, and take-out pizza. This year the menu was:

~Homemade Pizza~

~toppings include Italian sausage, mushrooms, peppers, mushrooms, zucchini, ham, pineapple~

~Chocolate Cupcakes with Cream Cheese Frosting~

~Strawberry Ice-Cream~

~Ice-Tea~

I can't say it was particulary healthy and I don't know if it covered any food pyramid, but we didn't care. This menu was to celebrate the one-and-only Adrienne aka "Wootsie" Maust. 

Blowing out the candle, take 2. 

Amy, finding it quite entertaining that she blew the
candle out first, before Adrienne. 

 It's been a good year, this year of going from 21 to 22. Here's a glimpse of the many faces of this wonderful chick of mine...

The Silly...

 The Absolutely Stunning...

The Beautiful...

The Kind Teacher...

The Professional...

The Big Sister...

 The Proud...

 The Hungry...

The "Oh-No I did it again"

 

The Crazy…don't know where she gets it from...

Ah, yes that's my Wootsie. 

Happy Birthday dear girl. 

This next coming year?

Full of promise. 

Full of grace.

Full of you and your smiling, albeit at times quite silly, face. 

I love you. 

Love,

Dianne aka Mama to this Sweet Girl