To Lexington we go, to celebrate a beautiful young woman. She is the child of my heart, who I named in high school when she was just a dream, a lovely thought, a breath of air on an angel's wing. So much to say, so many feelings, and they will probably be hidden behind smiles and wishes. Eighteen. What was that like? Whole worlds, epochs, many lives lie ahead. Happy Birthday, Brianna. Words can never, with any accuracy, tell you how much I love you and how deeply proud I am of the person you are.