I have a daughter. She'll be 19 years old in 3 days. I remember the day I found out I was pregnant with her. I didn't know it was "her"...but I knew there was someone special inside of me. I recognized that my life was about to change and it would never be the same again...because of the life growing inside of me.

The day she was born, I was a bit disappointed. See, I come from a family full of females...and in my mind, I wanted, NEEDED a boy to raise...

Yet, there she was, screaming and wet and small...perfect in every way. It has been a joy to raise her. She's independent, opinionated, focused and determined. She is MY daughter.

Today, as we drove home after a morning of shopping, her cousin, a year younger, and a recent high school graduate, called asking advice concerning a young man. I listened to my daugther as she spoke of being patient and focusing on what she needed to do as she starts college in the fall. I listened as she repeated over and over again, "girl, he's just some dude..."

these two young women, only daugthers, with boys all around them (yeah, I finally had that son of mine)... have learned to be there for each other. I'm glad. In my day, I had sisters to share my secrets with...yet, for some reason I didn't. I've been thinking about that lately.

I've been thinking about whose important to me, why they're important to me, and what it takes for me to "let people in".

The conversation ended with a laugh and plans for a 19th birthday celebration this coming week. I'll spend time with my sisters... maybe we'll talk about what we did, in our day...