#1 daughter arrived in time for pizza and a concert last night. We went to the local university’s choral music concert — four choirs doing everything from Haydn to “Fields of Gold.” We met a lot of friends there, including my old voice teacher.
Several people remarked on how much #1 daughter looks like me.
“So,” the Bostonian queried, “is that how cute you used to be?”
I was pretty cute. It doesn’t last, so all you cute young girls should enjoy it now and not spend any time at all worrying about whether your dress makes your bottom look big.
We’re meeting with the CPA today after class. I was hoping that we could also work out things like reports and analytics, but #1 daughter is leaving early this afternoon. A lot of driving for very little accomplished — I hope the meeting is worthwhile.
2 thoughts on “How Cute I Used to Be”
Many sons and daughters coming and going lately. And as you say, a lot of driving. I think it’s wonderful, but am sorry about all the long drives.
You weren’t just cute. You were traffic-stopping gorgeous.
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