Today is daughter #1’s birthday. I still remember the joy I felt when the nurse announced over the intercom that we had a girl. (Those were the days when men were real men; suffering surrogate labor pains while pacing in the waiting room, filled with anxiety of not having any control.)
Melissa is enjoying success in her new career as a real estate agent. I am not surprised. She was subjected to rigorous training as a salesperson at an early age. Her first aspirations at selling were to be an Avon agent at age 3+. She (Miss Priss, as her brothers called her.) would go out the back door of our house in Abilene and run around to the front door and ring the door bell. Her brothers, usually Scott, would open the door and when she gleefully announced “Avon calling!” they would slam the door in her face. Today, as then, she continues to be undeterred in her efforts to make the sale.
Have a great birthday. I love you.