Yesterday they laid her in my arms for the first time. She was a little 6 pound 8 ounce bundle of beautiful, perfect joy.
Today she is 20. Did you get that? TWENTY!!!
I remember putting her in the car seat to drive her home for the first time, being in a car had never been as scary.
I remember the day when she ate the deodorant from the diaper pail, my prenatal vitamins and Tylenol all in the same day. (she was 2)
I remember when we shared naps and play time together because it was only the two of us. (I think I remember)
I remember taking her to kindergarten for the first time...and walking away.
I remember her first date- Homecoming- and how I wanted to just take a peek in at the dance and make sure she was having a good time.
I remember all these things and so many more and yet I think it all happened overnight because there is no way she can be twenty.

I am not sad or depressed; She is a beautiful women and I am so proud of her. I just don't know how it happened.
Happy Birthday Sweetie. I love you!