Okay, so she's not technically a baby. But she's my baby. My daughter turns 23 years old today.
I was a teenage mom statistic. Shelby was born to me at the age of 17. I absolutely don't condone it, but I sure don't regret it.
Shelby is super stubborn and overly dramatic, but I couldn't be prouder of her. She's defied life struggles, and still held her head high. Shelby works full-time at a local bakery and part-time for Pepsi. She has a passion for living her life. If she's not working she's going to a concert, Six Flags, a play, Disney on Ice, or whatever else. She's not one to sit still and let life pass by.
Shelby may be 23 years old, but she will always be my baby girl.