Old Enough

Today my oldest child, the Tall One, turns 21. I'm not sure I'm old enough to have a 21-year-old. But here we are. I could embarrass her by trolling through 21 years' worth of memories from her first day of kindergarten to her high school graduation to moving her into her first apartment, but those memories are probably not suitable for public consumption. Suffice to say I love her dearly, am quite proud of her, and hope I've taught her a little something along the way. Happy Birthday, baby.