Now you are twenty, and exactly half my age. Hard to believe I was the age you are now when I brought you home from the hospital twenty years ago today. Pretty scary to think of don't you think, considering how young and stupid I was? Not like you. You're a pretty sharp cookie. But I never should have been allowed to have children until I was at least fifty.
Well, happy happy, and I'm off to make SOMEONE an Oreo cheesecake.