Two of the girls were here today, one soon off to high school,
one soon off to college. Another is off to Gulf Shores, then high school. Missing
them made me nostalgic.
Riding bikes with the youngest when she was 8, she asked how often I eat
at a local Thai restaurant. I had shoes older than this girl, and there she was,
somehow, asking about favorite foods at exotic eateries. She proceeded to tell
me all her favorites. It was strange to watch her enthusiasm, and how easily
she pronounced the unusual names.
She is our eighth child,
but it still amazes me how much they change as they grow, how much they improve
as they develop, how smart they get.
They're not like, say, an otter. Otters seem to have a pretty
cushy life – frolicking in and out of the water, roughhousing with their otter
buddies, watching out for angry elephants. But otters never change, mature, improve.
They pretty much never accomplish anything, leaving nothing behind to mark
their time on the planet. Even auditors do that.
I wanted to say “even politicians do that,” but I like the alliteration,
and I’m not sure it is true of most legislators.
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