Oldest dd turns 21 this weekend and I'm truly surprised how emotional I feel about it. I don't know why - I wasn't particularly interested in first birthdays, or the kids hitting their teens... even the girls' 18th birthdays seemed pretty routine (they honestly still seemed so young). But for some reason, the 21st is hitting me hard emotionally. She seems so grown up now-an adult in a way she wasn't before, in spite of living at home...maybe because I left for basic training the day after I turned 21, and I viewed that as starting my adult life. I'm also a little sad that her (bio)dad didn't live to see this day. She's grown into a lovely young woman. She did some modeling for a local photographer this summer and I think she looks beautiful (of course, I'm wildly biased, but I think that's okay for moms).