It's a Long Walk
Our daughter, Michelle (whom I quite often call Mike without ever in her life asking her how she feels about it), gets annoyed when I write about her, even when I write nice things like she's the world's greatest squirrel wrangler, or wranglette (I'm never sure) so I expect she'll be less than happily surprised I'm mentioning her today.
Michelle, who explains to people she has 'my father's wit and my mother's charm' has a birthday all of her own today. I have known her for every day of her life, she cannot make that same claim. I still cannot fully grasp my itty-bit is an adult, especially when I insist on calling her my itty-bit. But she is and in hindsight, I'm thinking perhaps she was born an adult intellectually and just grew into the size of one. This is from her 'early days.'
Me and Mike at two days old (her not me) |
I can tell you we were NOT big fans of project day when one of us was enrolled in Buckingham School's Integrated Day Program. The teacher would videotape each child's presentation and the question and answer session afterward and Michelle's mother and I would take turns sitting in stunned silence as she departed from her carefully-rehearsed script, and descended into participatory educational chaos.
On more than one occasion, I'm pretty sure I saw Conrad's Mister Kurtz, but then again it was awfully dark.
Michelle has an intensity about her that can take you by surprise. She is. in many respects, especially intellectually and emotionally, a quiet riot and amazingly confident in her own judgments, actions, and decisions. She may be wrong, but she is never in doubt.
One of us likes doing silly things. |
-dad
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