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.

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