My daughter turned 20 the other day. 

Sigh....  How can it be?  Wasn't she just running around the house in pig tails, dressing the cat up as a baby and singing about mermaids and princes?  I miss having her with me in the day to day activities of life.  Chatting as we folded laundry or did the dishes, running to Starbucks in our jammies for a coffee fix on Saturday mornings.  I remember telling her every year on her birthday that that had to be the last year each time, she wasn't allowed to get any older, she could not grow up...but somehow, time wouldn't let her stop and now she is a young woman, married and thinking about having a family of her own someday.  Although I miss my little girl, I have to say I truly enjoy the friend she has become..she comforts me when I am sad, she laughs with me, cries with me, encourages me and prays for me.  No matter how old she gets though, or how mature she becomes, she will always be my little girl.