today, my baby girl turns 20.  I can’t figure out where the last 20 years have gone, but I’d kinda like to have them back.  I love this girl so much, I love her spirit, her independence, the life that she leads; but I miss my baby.  I know, every mother’s lament, right?

for her birthday dinner, she wants burritos and peanut butter cheesecake.  so tomorrow sometime, we’ll have the whole clan here, plus a couple of extras, and we’ll behave like gringos eating mexican food.  I’ve never made peanut butter cheesecake before.  it sounds good, though.