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Saturday, May 11, 2013


Elisson and Elder Daughter
My (firstborn) baby and me: Elder Daughter helps us celebrate my 60th birthday last fall.

Today is Elder Daughter’s birthday.  It’s hard to believe - for me, anyway - that she’s been walking the planet for thirty-four years now, because there’s still that bit of Daddy’s Little Girl she carries around with her.

And yet, it’s no trouble at all for me to imagine her as a fully-fledged adult.

She’s been on her own now since getting out of college a dozen years ago.  Among her many talents, she is a performer, an artist, a creator, and a farmer.  She has worked in the corporate world, both in the for-profit and non-profit sectors, all the time managing to find time to create and perform in all sorts of stageworks.  These days she lives a busy life, managing to keep the wolf away from the door while completing the second year of graduate-level Advanced Performance Art training.  Who else (with the help of her sister, the Mistress of Sarcasm) would compose and perform a mini-operetta in the style of Philip Glass in honor of my sixtieth birthday?

Plus, she makes a mean challah.

I am in the enviable position of having children who both learn from me and from whom I am able to learn.  They get their prodigious common sense and people skills from their mother, the most estimable She Who Must Be Obeyed; from me, they have inherited an appreciation for the musical works of Frank Zappa.

Elder Daughter, I love you.  Enjoy this birthday (and many, many more to come, keyn ayin hara)  in good health - may it bring you everything you wish for, without limit to any good thing.


Kevin Kim said...

Happy Birfday, Elder Daughter!

Yabu said...

Learning from each other is key. Give her my best from me.