I didn't expect it at all, but since I woke up this morning, I've been very emotional. I think I have good reason.

My baby girl is an adult today. 21 years old. All grown up.

The tears I shed are happy tears. They are proud tears. Please don't anyone say, "They grow up so fast." Not today. Believe me, I know.

It does not seem like 21 years ago that the nurse handed her to me. It does not seem like five years later that she started school.

She's grown into a wonderful adult person. Happy, healthy, strong, creative, and smart. She's a great daughter, grand-daughter, sister, step-sister, and friend.

She's a hard-worker who knows what she wants, and isn't afraid to work hard to get it. She's a senior in college, holds down an internship, and, by the way, works almost full-time, too.  She's stubborn too - just like her father.

Happy Birthday, my little Devan Renee. You deserve a wonderful day.

(By the way, the picture here with her and her brother was taken in St. Maarten. The place behind her on the beach has - according to her - the best hot wings in the world)

P.S. Devan, I'm really sorry about that time you were 10 and I was coaching third base. I thought it was a good idea to try to make you steal home, but you were out by a mile.