I'm Fresh Out of Children

Today, my daughter turns 21. 21! By any societal measure, she is a complete, bona fide adult now, able to buy a beer, gamble, smoke, buy porn, join the military, pay taxes, sign contracts, rent a hotel room, get a tattoo, pierce whatever she chooses, and anything else she may want to do except rent a car. Since she was the youngest of my two, I no longer have "children" - I suppose I have "offspring" or "descendants" or some other less diminutive classification.

On Friday evening, she organized a sold-out crawfish boil to support CASA in New Orleans. Whatever you call her, I'm awfully proud to call her my daughter.