You’ve Come a Long Way, Baby. . .
I’m jealous of my twenty year old daughter. Makes me sound mean and nasty, doesn’t it? Oh, I’m not jealous of her youth, or glowing skin. I invoke no envy at her lack of adult responsibilities, or good health, or pretty face. No, none of these things squeeze my green streak.
What makes that said green streak glow with energy is thoughts of all the opportunities available to her and her generation.
