Monday, July 19, 2004
she spent her last birthday in boston - my daughter - and the one before that in dublin, and she would clearly rather be somewhere equally exciting today, somewhere exotic and new, anywhere but bo-o-oring alkmaar.
i know this, and i understand it. i remember being 22, and standing at the brink of a thousand adventures, and thinking that i had to discount the past and the present to fully focus on the future.
i know this, and i acknowledge it, but i am nevertheless selfishly delighted to have her here at home, on this special day, where i can put my arms around her and wonder at the beauty of the years gone by, and admire the delightful young woman she's become.