My mother often told me on my birthday I would not be one year older until the clock hit the time I was delivered. This morning we called Kimberly (she is first on the left of the three women in my life) and I repeated my mother’s logic.

Me: "Kimberly, you will not be 22 until 7:20 p.m. this evening."

Kimberly: "You will have to call me during Bible Study this evening then."

The best thing to do was take her to lunch – Jason’s Deli. We enjoyed soup and salad on a rather cool April day. Cloudy and overcast but fun to sit with our oldest and chat away. I always liked John Mayer’s "Daughters." I pray my daughters love more and better than their Daddy. Going out with the reminder for other Dads who may be staring in the face of a young adult and remembering days now long gone …

Fathers, be good to your daughters

Daughters will love like you do

Girls become lovers who turn into mothers

So mothers be good to your daughters too