This one is from back in 2014. And this daughter, Katie, is actually sitting in my office right now, working on her college applications. Ugh. Time is the worst. We were not an “I love you” family when I was growing up. We knew families that were, of course, knew of parents who punctuated every phone conversation with “I love you,” knew of children who could not go out to play without first shouting “Bye! I love you!” into an empty hallway on the assumption it would float toward a family member’s ears. We certainly found such affection lovely. We just didn’t do it.
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