The birthday girl

My youngest child, Elizabeth, will be 20 years old on Friday. 20 years old. How did that happen? Where is the angel-faced baby I brought home from the hospital. The charming toddler? The witty teen?

She's still there. She's just grown now into a woman who embodies all the qualities anyone would want in a woman of 20. She's still angel-faced. She's still charming. And she's still witty. She's also mature and responsible. An adult, to be sure.

Still, I'd like to sweep her up in my arms and dance around the room again like I did when she was tiny.