Thursday, September 04, 2008
Judy and I will be leaving for Austin in about half an hour. Our little girl (age 39) is getting married. Took her a while to find someone satisfactory, but I'm sure she's made a good choice. The odd thing about this, as all you older parents know, is that I remember all the details of her birth all those years ago: the call from Judy that it was time for me to get her to the hospital (I was working spring registration in UT's Gregory Gym), the waiting room (I read File on a Missing Redhead, a Gold Medal by Lou Cameron), seeing Angela for the first time (she was blonde, and I thought she must be the wrong kid), taking her home to 711 W. 32nd wrapped in a little yellow blanket. Seems like only yesterday. Now she's middle-aged and getting married. Time flies when you're having fun.