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Addressing Daniel’s graduation announcements today, I’m not struck as much by Sunrise Sunset type music in the mental background as I’d expected. (That will be during the ceremony itself.) I’m more awestruck. How did this wonderful human come to be? All my mistakes and neuroses, my grumpy days, times I was late picking him up at school or forgot to drop off brownies or offered to pay him cold cash instead of making birthday cupcakes for his class…. He should be a mess. Instead, he is this beautiful, gentle, good man with a sharp sense of humor and a sharper sense of justice. Capable and brilliant, yes, but …. Good. I am so lucky to even know him. (Okay, now I’m hearing the violins.)

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