It is my greatest parental joy to watch as my daughters discover their own passions and act on them.
They have grown from tiny babies into really kind of extraordinary people.
I love and admire so many of their choices. So much of what they do.

And then every so often there are these things, like a 12-year-old hurling herself off a 7 meter platform into a pool, that put a lump in my throat. I actually still love and admire it, but often through squinted eyes with a lump in my throat.

Haiku 17

She's a flying fish
My daughter dives; my heart stops
Which of us is brave?