Home again.

As I drove us home from the airport this evening, my newly repatriated Clevelander student tried her hand at shooting the sunset through the backseat windows.  And somehow the whole experience felt just right for a day that celebrates parenting.  My father is one of the people who taught me to look everywhere, at everything, all the time, and he's one of the people who helped me build one of the skill sets that I use to get my seeing done.  He is also perhaps the person who did the most to prime me for the experience of appreciating the extraordinary people in my life--which in turn has come to mean that I have a full sense of my extravagant good fortune at having been born his daughter.  I love you, Papa.  Thank you.