Lucky Seven

Dear Mimi and Beenie.

How in tarnation did you go from small, loud, fleshy blobs to well-mannered, feral, groomed and wild, brilliant and totally goofy, artistic and musical readers, math-doers, socialites, bikes with no training wheels riders, swimmers, friends, completely different complicated and inspired daughters? How did it happen? And more importantly, when?

Is it that gigantic action that’s been happening for seven years, like two glaciers ironing out parts of the earth beneath it? It is, isn’t it!? I am proud and shocked to have been flattened (in a kind and recoverable way) by formidable acts of nature such as yourselves. I am humbled. And grateful and much much better for it.

Thank you and happy seventh birthday, darlings.