August 15 is an important day in the Fair home. Yes, like every other practicing Catholic family, we know this is the Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary.
It also is the birthday of my daughter, Adrienne.
Baby Adrienne is 21 years old today. And I’m trying to understand how it is that the cooing little pink creature I held in my arms shortly after her birth could have become a beautiful, intelligent, woman entering her senior year of college.
I have pictures from the various stages of her life. And I remember the grammar-school plays, art shows, dance recitals, high-school sports and fishing trips to Wisconsin. Laughter. Tears. Mostly joy for a daughter who is true, faithful and loyal.
But how did the years pass so quickly? What lies ahead? I must pay closer attention.
