Friday, August 15, 2008
My oldest daughter came to see me. Well...maybe she came to shop with her mother...or maybe she came to see the furry rascals, but at least she cruised around the 3-mile loop with her father this afternoon.
Now that both of my girls are out from under my roof, I understand why parents enjoy visits from their children. There's a certain amount of pride to see them living independently, joy for times of reunion, and a twinge of sorrow when they leave again. This college senior is about to begin another fall semester.
It was great having you here, my dear, come back soon.
To my other daughter the Coastie...hey, girl,...it's your turn. Keep up the good work, come whenever you can.