14 years ago today I was looking at a 6 pound, 10 ounce, crying, wrinkly baby girl. I remember feeling overwhelmed and nervous about being responsible for such a tiny human being. I read the "What to Expect" books from cover to cover, and never let her out of my sight. I cried when I decided to quit my job to stay home with her. But who could I trust to care for her like I would? What would I do or be now, though, without heading to the office every day.

Now, somehow, it's an incredible 14 years later. Absolutely unbelievable. She has turned into everything I would have hoped for. Kind, funny, compassionate, sweet, sassy, capable of doing a dead-on impression of me, and is just the kind of person you love to be around.

This is one job I've signed onto for life.