Wednesday

Yesterday was my daughter’s 22nd Birthday.  We had a party for her that ran late into the night, this year I could not decide on a gift to get her so it was a James Avery gift card.  It’s come to that now, gift cards because she’s a grown woman with her own life and the cute sentimental gifts of yesterday are gone.  I must re-adjust my thinking somehow and see her as a woman and not a child. She is grown and beautiful, with a great job, many friends, a loving husband who spoils her rotten, and a new home !

On the long drive back home I tried to comprehend how I could have a 22 year old child. I played the movie of my life backwards over the past two decades – TWO DECADES – and remembered her birth and her first bath. I was so afraid I would drown her, burn her, or drop her.  I can remember how little she was and those incredible blue eyes of hers that get more beautiful each year.

 Where did the time go? How can she be 22?

Happy Birthday to my little pink power ranger.