Mine turned 12 in September. As we always say, one day, we must meet up! There is so much angst on my part - of her getting older. Mostly, b/c I'll miss her so much when she leaves home. But, I also find myself getting excited - thinking of all that is yet to be shared. I am her mother, working toward that day when we have evolved and transformed to friends. Happy Bithday, Q. You got a special momma!