My daughter turns 21 today. There are so many things to feel grateful for in just being able to write that statement: She's alive. She's healthy. She's never suffered serious illness or injury. She's bright. She's beautiful. She's ambitious.
I've been among the most fortunate of all parents: No colic. No terrible two's. No juvenile beauty pageants. No tidal wave of adolescent drama or angst. No eating disorders. No calls from the cops.
Not perfect, perhaps, but damn close. And today she gains full authority-- except at a car rental agency. For that she has another 4 years to wait. For the rest, I think she's in pretty good shape. But she's still my kid!
Happy Birthday KCS!
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