It was her birthday and we were talking about how many years until she was an adult. (That traumatic conversation was NOT my idea!) When I said “7 years” out loud I almost had an anxiety attack! 7 years…that is NOTHING! We have lived in this home for 10 years…and that moves seems like yesterday. I am not sure if it was the panic in my eyes (I was trying to disguise the horror) she quickly reminded me…that she is moving in the basement when she is 18 and has elaborate plans for a remodel! Phew! Happy 11 year old birthday!