I can’t even begin to put words to the complexity of my feelings about Nora turning 18, and even if I could I’m not sure I’d share them here. So I’ll leave you with this.
Last night at birthday sushi dinner, we purchased a round of Ramune, a Japanese soda with a strange marble contraption stopper. To open it, you flip up the little plastic thing and then…. Well, the point is that opening a Ramune bottle is complicated enough that the first bullet point on the caution label says: “Ask an adult to open the bottle for you.” And it occurred to me that that universe now includes Nora.