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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.
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To my other daughter the Coastie...hey, girl,...it's your turn. Keep up the good work, come whenever you can.
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