Wordful Wednesday - My Baby Isn't A Baby Anymore

My oldest turned 18 on Saturday.  I haven't taken it so well.  I'm torn between feelings of sadness, bitterness, relief, and just general confusion.  Sunday I hosted a birthday party for her at a local ice cream shop and later that night she moved in with her boyfriend.  It's hard for me to wrap my head around the fact that my baby girl isn't my baby anymore.

Family and friends gathered at Ice Scream, an ice cream shop filled with sci-fi and horror wonderments.  Before we indulged in cupcakes and ice cream, guests were treated to a movie and popcorn in the theater located in the basement.  We watched HOP, the movie about the Easter Bunny.  The movie was okay and the setting was comfortable.  The beginning was a little rocky because the store owner's son graced us with his ornery presence.  I tried to be nice but he was causing everyone to be distracted from the movie.  Finally, Shelby's boyfriend took him back upstairs and let the store owner know he needed to watch his own son.  It wasn't up to us to control him.

My mother made two small individual cakes for Shelby.

Adam

Juliann

Logan munched on a triple chocolate cone, otherwise known as Sith.  All ice cream flavors are named after sci-fi and horror characters.

The walls were covered top to bottom in memorabilia.  There were also cases filled with figurines.  All in all, Shelby's first birthday party as an official adult went well.