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.