I’m in Huntsville, Alabama this week working for a client. I’ve been pretty careful not to give away any details of what they do, but the scope and rewards for this project are tremendous. Working in “start-up mode” has pretty much consumed my every waking moment, but the adrenaline rush that comes from this work has been incredible.
I do, however, miss my girls and long to see them again soon.
My eldest daughter is returning tonight from an eighth grade trip to Washington, DC. I’m so proud she was able to make the trip. My step son has made the trip, too, and I’m proud for him to have gone as well. I’m sure they’ve learned a lot about their country, but most likely, about themselves in the past five days.
My daughter sent me photos of her standing in front of President Abe Lincoln in his chair at the Lincoln Memorial at night. A few years ago, you will remember, Kari and I took pictures in the same spot. So I got the benefit of a good memory twice–remembering being there with someone who I deeply cared about, and the excitement for my own daughter.
And of course there was the sad feeling for having been able to be there with her myself as she enjoyed this trip. But such it is with parenting. We can be there for special moments in the lives of our kids, but there are some experiences, we have to step back and let them enjoy on their own as well.
Okay, enough sentimental stuff. Chan, I’ll be glad when you’re back in Dallas. I’ll be glad when I’m there, too.