Baby, when you're 80

So last night when I got off work, I had a miniature panic attack. I checked my phone and no message from my baby. She was traveling to Little Rock all by herself-and she ALWAYS lets me know she made it ok. I watch way too many crime shows and imagine the worse. She can go days without calling but when I know she's traveling I worry-and she knows it. Without even thinking, I dialed her number. Her sleepy little ass told me she was ok. To be fair it was a little after 1:30 in the morning. Crisis adverted. Baby ok. Mom somewhat forgiven. Lauren-I promise I'll stop worrying when you're 80-maybe.