What really floors me is that I'm the parent of an adult. My little sweetheart is now a big sweetheart. Where did those eighteen years go?
Chances are, I won't have the opportunity to sing our evening blessing over her tonight, as she and some friends are heading to a pub on Whyte Ave. But I mean the words of that blessing as strongly as ever, perhaps more strongly as she embarks into the unknowns of being an adult:
May the Lord bless you and watch over you,
May the Lord make his/her face shine upon you and be gracious to you,
May the Lord look kindly on you, and give you peace.
Shalom, shalom, shalom,
shalom, shalom, shalom.