20 October, 2011

{this memory} 22

The memory? That's simple. Proud papa.

I am standing with my younger daughter in our front yard. She doesn't always dress like a princess, of course, but this was the evening of her high school Senior Prom in 2001.

She looked stunningly beautiful that evening and still does when she wants to. In addition to the pride I feel when I look at this, I am reminded how quickly the years pass us by. It seems like only yesterday when she was that little girl on my knee at Sesame Place. Now she is a grown woman, successful, and finding her own way in the world.

I am a most fortunate man - as I said last week. It continues to be true, but I just wish those years would slow down.