Eighteen, Niece , Your Opinions, Trust Them
- Heartfelt
Eighteen, my niece. Today the world stops asking permission of you and starts asking opinions instead. You’ve got good ones. Trust them. Happy 18th.
Eighteen, my niece. Today the world stops asking permission of you and starts asking opinions instead. You’ve got good ones. Trust them. Happy 18th.
Happy birthday, niece. You have your whole family's best qualities and somehow avoided most of the worst ones. I don't know how you pulled that off, but well done.
Eighteen, niece. Let me tell you what I actually know about being eighteen now that I'm old enough to say it: everyone around you is just as confused as you are, they're just better at hiding it. Trust yourself more than you trust the performance everyone else is putting on. You're already miles ahead, and you don't need to rush the rest. Happy 18th.
Happy birthday, sweet girl. Every family needs one person who's going to be fine no matter what. You're ours. Don't tell the others. Happy birthday.
Twenty-one, niece. You can now do legally most of the things you've been doing anyway, and I'm choosing not to know about the rest. All I'll say is: be smart, be kind, and make choices the family can hear about without having to make a face. Happy 21st. Proud of you.