My Goddaughter became a teenager this month and, as is typical for me, I completely failed to set aside the time to recognize her. 'Course, from her perspective, I'm just a scary loud guy she sees on holidays sometimes, so I'm sure that's not a big deal to her.
Anyway, the idea that she was acually becoming a young woman struck me hard last year. Here's what that blow drove out of me.
{sorry, this poem has been deleted}
Happy (Belated) Birthday, E.
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