This weekend my lovely wife and I celebrate our only living child's 21st birthday.
Please wish her a happy birthday, and pray for her to have more wisdom than her father in her life.
She's a heck of a lot more mature than I was then; let's hope that trend continues.
Also, she is now legally allowed to own and posses (and carry, if she so desires) her 12th birthday present (a Ruger GP-100 in .357 Magnum), which I must say still looks fine. It should, as it probably has less than one box of shells through it.
My lovely and bright daughter is, of course, more than welcome to keep in my safe for many more years.
Happy birthday, Slam.
Love you, and may God bless.