Celebrating Twenty Years

Yesterday my daughter celebrated her 2oth birthday. Her comment just before bedtime last night was, "It didn't seem much like a birthday, but I have had a pretty good one." She started a new job, and had dinner out with her dad. We came home to a small birthday cake with one candle on top representing her 20 years. We discussed earlier in the week how birthdays seem to take on less significance the older we get. And yet, that still beats the alternative.

As we sat together at a local eating establishment, I could not help but think what others might be thinking about us. Do I look old enough to be eating dinner out with my daughter, or was I some middle aged man who was out with a young woman that looked young enough to be my daughter? Well, I am not sure what others thought, and know for sure that most of those around us could care less. However, I do know what I was thinking.

Here in front of me sat a young lady, who showed signs of maturity and style that impressed the socks off her dad. She spoke of her new job and all that she had learned in just one day. She spoke about the people at the office, and her desk that came with all the electronic gadgets needed to do her job well. And all I could think about was how short this journey seemed. Twenty years have passed and yet she is still our little girl.