Dear “…Baby One More Time,”
My oh my have you grown up so fast. It seems like just yesterday you were sporting pigtails and knee-highs, but you’ve matured into an incredible woman now sporting blonde weaves & leotards (and flannel), and we love you for that.
Today marks your 16th birthday, and while most girls get a padded Victoria’s Secret bra and a basket from Bath & Body Works, you’re most likely driving your brand new (boom boom baby) Mercedes while your top’s down on the strip, looking in the mirror and checkin’ on your lipstick.
You have no idea how many times I played “Soda Pop” over the last decade and a half. At least 16 times. And “I Will Be There” is one of my all-time favs.
Thank you for jumpstarting my fabulosity at 10-years-old; my parents really appreciated you teaching me how to tie up my shirts and shimmying.
Happy birthday, “Baby!”