March 21, 2003
It Was Twenty Years Ago Today (Reprise)
Another year gone by ... another Tot birthday ... another twenty-year-old daughter.
Time doesn't just fly, folks.
Time climbs into the cockpit of a Lockheed SR-71 Blackbird, when you're
not paying attention, and flies at three times the goddamn SPEED OF
SOUND. I'm always aware of that fact -- or at least I try to
always be aware of that fact: sometimes I forget -- but I'm never more
aware of it than when another Tot Birthday rolls around.
Especially when it's one of the *big* birthdays, like this one is.
All I know is this: one minute
you're trying to squeeze a wiggly resistant toddler into a
Winnie-The-Pooh swimsuit ... the next minute you're watching her build
a Science Fair solar system out of tissue paper and duct tape ... the
next minute you're wishing her a happy twentieth birthday.
And that's what I'm doing
today: I'm wishing my daughter a happy twentieth birthday. Wherever you
are and whatever you're doing, Kacie ... I'm wishing you a happy
twentieth birthday. And a healthy twentieth birthday, and a safe and
peaceful twentieth birthday, and a memorable twentieth birthday (but
memorable in a good way, please: no midnight emergency phone
calls), and -- most importantly -- a twentieth birthday filled with
people telling you how wonderful and special and incredibly precious
Beginning with your mom.