When my daughter was a baby, I told a friend that every morning I found a brand new present in her crib: HER, astonishingly grown and changed overnight into something else. Today I'll drive to see her play a soccer tournament halfway across the country. I will look out on that field and gape, blinking from a distance, at something brand new, once again.
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