Let's see some sort of stone or pathway or your own feet even...something that honors every step."
Both images from White Horse Beach, Plymouth, MA |
Kelly and I, at about age 5, but separated by 28 years |
One of the biggest joys in my life is my daughter, Kelly. How did I get so lucky? I often look admirably and astonishingly at her and think, "Where did this girl come from?"
Well, guess what? She came from me. That's right. Me.
It's been a rewarding and fulfilling, challenging and scary, journey during these 22 years. Despite my missteps and failings, I think she turned out pretty well.
Kelly is the type of woman I wished that I could be. Gregarious. Humorous. Beautiful and intelligent. Sunny and upbeat. Ambitious and ballsy. As they say, "No flies on her."