It’s noon
I’m worn out
A week in Boston
A week in New York
Next week in D.C.
I fly home Thursday
to pick up my daughter
We’ll hop on a plane from Atlanta to Boston
She’s exhibiting her art at the Harvard x Yale Art Show
Friday we’ll be in Cambridge
My baby girl
My first born
The same little girl who needed a dozen hugs and kisses before bedtime
Who I escorted to Daddy-Daughter dances in elementary school
Who struggled in middle school
Who’s coming into her own in high school
Her marvelous mind
Creator
Dreamer
Doer
Eighteen years
I think I’ll sit with this
I think I have to
In New York
No. 261 - Eighteen Years, In New York
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