Today she turns 21.
Today she leaves behind what is known as a 'childhood.'
Today and forever after she'll be tried as an adult when she commits crimes of a felony-like nature. Not that she will.
Today she'll eat cake and drink beer and receive hugs from those around her.
Today I wish I could be there to do the same.
Today I am amazed that we've both reached the points that we have in our lives and are actually happy with the hand of cards we've been dealt.
Today I regret the times that I charged her a quarter for a hug, fifty cents for a kiss and seventy-five cents for both.
Today I'd let her have all for free.
Today I'm so happy that she was born 21 years ago.
Happy Birthday, Doobird.
You stoopid ass ho. Pickupdatphone when I call you.