My oldest turned 16 this month.
In my household’s distinctive tradition, we hosted neither a quinceañera final 12 months nor a Candy 16 get together this 12 months to mark her coming-of-age second. As an alternative of mariachis and flouncy attire, awkward teen dances and awkwarder toasts, I introduced her with a bank card. She’ll treasure this particular second with Dad without end. Proper?