My daughter Ellie came home for a surprise visit this weekend (that’s her on the left in the picture above). It’s a long bus ride from New York to Richmond, but if you get on the bus in Chinatown at 10:30 p.m. you can sometimes get your parents to come pick you up at Parham Road at 4:00 in the morning.
It was just about this time last year that she got on a train to New York with a couple of suitcases and no idea where she was going to spend the night. Now she is living in an apartment in Manhattan and working at Lonny, an online interior design magazine, where she’s been since the beginning. She started as an intern, quickly moved up to editorial assistant, and now has a major role in the production of the bi-monthly magazine, blogs on the Lonny site, and makes an occasional guest appearance at Etsy (which everybody seems to know about but me).
I’m proud of Ellie. It’s no secret. Not only for what she’s done but for who she is. Some people say pride is a sin, but I think there’s a special exception for parents, don’t you?