Forty-three isn't old if you're a tree

And 43 isn't old if you are my oldest daughter. Remembering this day in 1967 -- Lisa's birth -- brings wondrous happy memories. I was 21 years old and thought I knew it all. In fact, I knew very little. And wouldn't you know it? All these years later, Lisa is right more often than I am. (Could it be I set her up? I'd like to think so, but the truth is she is really smart.) She grabbed ahold of my heart from the very first moment and my life was forever changed. In a good way. In a blessed way. In the right way. Thank God for sending her, exactly as she was and is. Love you, little one.