Every father, everywhere on Earth, has felt – or will feel – exactly as I do now, at some point in their life. She walked, tall and wearing her mother’s grace, and crossed a small rise in the platform, and became an official part of the !%. The real 1%: The one percent that gets a first-rate public education, the 1% that has, at eighteen years of age, gained more knowledge of the world than her father ever did. The one with the chance, and the potential and the work-ethic to change the world. The One.
She is first-born, first-rate. First. She is my Bright Angel, my star. She is Lynne.
And I love her very, very much.