Twenty-one son

My oldest son turned twenty-one today. What an amazing adventure this parenting has been! Threw me for an emotional loop today, reminiscent of the post-partum hormonal weirdness of August, 1982. Had to have a cheeseburger and fries for lunch to make it through the day. I'll bloat up like a parade balloon tomorrow. Twenty-eight preschool students with fake tattoos will struggle with the tether ropes to keep me from bumping into buildings. Twenty elementary girls in pink sequin flip-flops and "Princess" t-shirts will do Kilgore Rangerettes routines. Eight elementary boys will keep water in their mouths all the way back from the drinking fountain, looking like tuba players (so they can spit it on the classroom floor). Five GOLDEN rings....