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| Almost Always an Angel |
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| Who Could Resist This Face! |
I rarely re-post words that I’ve already sent down range but I checked back to see what I’d written last year about my daughter and the devastating effect she’s had on my heart since her arrival and I don’t think I could outdo this:
She’s always hated to go to sleep at night, since starting out as a night owl with her delivery. She was an absolute miracle and so quickly seized my heart that I was a little bit stunned. My daughter was a handful as a baby and a young girl. Extremely independent and a bit stubborn – something thankfully we were not able to cure her of.
She was always incredibly inquisitive and curious about the world. Even from her earliest days she would give me this penetrating look, questioning if I was right. I can still remember her, just having learned to walk, planting herself in front of me and lifting her arms demanding to be picked up.
She formed an early, special bond with my mother, who worshipped the ground she walked on (first female grandchild). She tormented her brother when he arrived but never wavered in her love for him. My military career dragged her all over the world which she is very proud of.
Her best friend growing up was Mindy the Cat. If there ever was a one person cat, it was Mindy, who was miserable to everybody around her except my daughter. I’ve been surprised throughout my life at her capacity for reaching out and seizing life. As a teenager in Kentucky she became a fan of Kevin Spacey and arranged a trip for herself to Rhode Island so her favorite aunt and uncle could escort her to NYC to see Spacey on Broadway. Not only did she sell the adults on the idea but she even managed to meet Spacey after the show, she’s always been a bit dynamic.
She’s figured out she’s a big city gal, going to college in Boston and pursuing her career in New York City. To me she’ll always be that little girl who crawled up onto my chest in a darkened theater and discovered she loved movies almost as much as I did. I miss those times but I am so proud of the woman she has become. Happy birthday Heart – you’ve had mine since 11pm on that long day 30 years ago.
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| Sometimes Beautiful Children Do Grow into Devastatingly Beautiful Women My Wife Is Wishing Today She Could Put her Arm Around this Birthday Girl |
On a definitely more mundane front, yesterday was another stress filled day at work as I tried to get into the new project that was unceremoniously dumped in my lap on Thursday. I kept getting pulled away for the various and sundry tasks that complicate my daily duties. One of which was escorting some high level state political officials who came to see the new electric buses. You can just imagine how much I enjoyed that little interlude.
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| Political Inspection of Electric Bus |
I spoke with the wife on several occasions and she is sounding more and more like herself. Thankfully her father’s health crisis seems to have passed and she’s got a short week to actually enjoy her time with family down in Panama. She lamented at length about not being here for our daughter’s birthday. I’m sure the text messages will be flying between Panama and Connecticut this weekend.
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| My Father in Law Yesterday Back at his Normal Post |
The fabulous gals at Zorba’s performed their weekly task of keeping me from feeling too lonely and plied me with one of their extraordinary pepperoni pizzas. They kind of adopt me, in a strictly paternal fashion, when I am sans the wife. Yes, yesterday was the one day of the week I meander off the keto path. I lucked out with a birthday cake at work (score!) and a huge dish of ice cream to accompany the pizza.
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| Mmmmmmmmm - SOOOO GOOD!! |
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