On this day twenty-one years ago, my one and only son, emerged into the world and posed for his one and only mug shot.

Today he is a bona fide man, planning his very first beer run. He will not be drinking and then driving as he has more sense than his mother used to. To clarify, I do not drink and then drive, not anymore.

Still, the idea that I have a child who is twenty-one years old is a teeny bit unsettling. On the other hand, he is officially no longer my responsibility. Time to get a dog.