This girl turned 17 last Friday.
My girlie is 17.
Something about 17 sounds older. More serious. More real, as in, "She's really not going to live here with us forever" real.
17 means college is around the next corner, and that college will very likely not actually be around the next corner, but around the next corner in another state.
I'm so grateful for the relationship I have with this young woman. Believe me. I do count my lucky stars for it. I cultivate it every single day.
(I also thank my therapist for helping me to be a better parent to this young woman, but that's a story for another day.)
Look at you, Aidan. Look at you.