Twenty-one years ago, I was 20 years old, brand-new to motherhood, and had no idea what I was doing. Now, my “baby” is 21, thriving in college, and officially old enough to buy his own drink (gulp). This post is a proud, funny, and slightly emotional reflection on watching my son grow up—and realizing that while time flies, love and motherhood only grow deeper.

Marines all over the globe are celebrating this time honored tradition which was founded in a bar at the Tun Tavern in Philadelphia, PA.

In two-days time Landon will turn 20.  Where in the world did the time go?