My Girl Anne-

After the long and weary graduation ceremony, we gathered at Rodizio Grill. Anne sat across the table from me and behind her was a view of the mountains, storm clouds and the darkening sky. We all ate too much (as people do at Rodizio's) and talked about the things on our minds: Anne and Spencer's upcoming move, whether it would be good to reincarnate into a tree, modern day slavery, Shar's progressing disease, Charles's new love/hate relationship to vegetables, our upcoming vacation, and Charles's funny letters to Harrison. 

The Cleveland Cavaliers and Chicago Bulls game played on the flat screens. Our Brazilian servers gathered at the TVs and we paused our eating and talking to watch the last moments of the game. The whole restraunt erupted at Derrick Rose's three-point winning shot.

All the while I was gleaming. I've had many lucky stars shine down on my life, and having Anne for a daughter is perhaps the luckiest. Yes, I'm proud, but mainly I just love her--this skinny, brilliant girl with wild hair, a love for justice and a deep, abiding love for the people of this world. 

Amen.