Ten years ago we moved back to NYC from the suburbs. While there, I had promised myself that when we returned, I would run in Central Park every day. On our first day back I stepped into the park at West 79th street. That’s when I saw her.
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My eldest is entering her senior year and going on college tours. Recently she joined her friend whose dad offered to bring her with (thank you, C!). They came back with mixed reviews. I asked C what he thought the differences were in our daughters. That’s easy, he laughed.
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Bittersweet too small a word for when fierce pride and immeasurable joy crash into inconsolable sadness. But it’s all I’ve got for now. Congratulations, Graduates.