One. Three. Times Three. Times Three.
Jan. 3rd, 2019 08:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captainsblogOur little girl turns 27 today. Some perspective: I was 27 when I was admitted to the Bar, and met Eleanor.
Quite a ways for both of us from this:
We just texted today, but spoke a few days ago. At 27, I was within two years of losing my father (no major loss there) and we were way beyond talking every day. With this kid, though? Even without the daily talks, there are always the daily feels. Still feeling the closeness, despite the greatest distance we've had from her and her now-family. Still feeling the pride in what she's accomplished and how she's done it with caring and kindness and whip-smarts and that goofy sense of humor we imbued in her. Still feeling that no matter how old and creaky we get, we will still always "get" each others' music, and film, and art, in a way that I never did with my parents.
I know that Mom and I are in such different places than we were in 1992- in terms of faiths, outlooks and attitudes. I can only imagine how much you've grown in those years. But you still poop. Everybody poops. (I used a store gift card over the weekend to buy a new toilet seat. You'll find how how important this is as you get older.)
Zoey misses you. Pepper would have adored you. Michelle, well, at least she's sitting here quietly and not interrupting me as she usually does....
We hope the year brings you all you want, need and deserve- way more than we can give you, but we also know you don't expect that. We will see you at some point- maybe with an insane dog in tow:)
Love,
Dad
Quite a ways for both of us from this:
We just texted today, but spoke a few days ago. At 27, I was within two years of losing my father (no major loss there) and we were way beyond talking every day. With this kid, though? Even without the daily talks, there are always the daily feels. Still feeling the closeness, despite the greatest distance we've had from her and her now-family. Still feeling the pride in what she's accomplished and how she's done it with caring and kindness and whip-smarts and that goofy sense of humor we imbued in her. Still feeling that no matter how old and creaky we get, we will still always "get" each others' music, and film, and art, in a way that I never did with my parents.
I know that Mom and I are in such different places than we were in 1992- in terms of faiths, outlooks and attitudes. I can only imagine how much you've grown in those years. But you still poop. Everybody poops. (I used a store gift card over the weekend to buy a new toilet seat. You'll find how how important this is as you get older.)
Zoey misses you. Pepper would have adored you. Michelle, well, at least she's sitting here quietly and not interrupting me as she usually does....
We hope the year brings you all you want, need and deserve- way more than we can give you, but we also know you don't expect that. We will see you at some point- maybe with an insane dog in tow:)
Love,
Dad