My sharp, beautiful daughter turns 15 today. Fifteen years ago, after introducing her to the Major, his EuroWife, and my folks, I held her as my beloved U of Kentucky Wildcats lost the national championship game to some other wildcats in Arizona. A year later, I came home a day early from a tradeshow (I was in the death throes of my magazine career) and played with her as UK came back and defeated Utah for the national title. Tonight, we’ll eat cake and I’ll watch UK face their archnemeses from Louisville.
As I said a year ago, I was scared to death when she got here — I had no idea how I was going to handle the responsibility, or whether I’d even be competent. As they often do, the lines of Philip Larkin’s “This Be the Verse” ran through my head. However, early returns indicate that she’s bright, talented, thoughtful, and far better than I deserve — all of which are traits I trust she gets from her mother.
Happy birthday, kid. I love you.