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My parents’ daughter

family rockport I have green eyes and a deep alto voice. I am my mother’s daughter.

I have a ridiculously corny sense of humor. I am my father’s daughter.

Red is my perennial favorite color. I am my mother’s daughter.

I never miss the Masters. I am my father’s daughter.

I rarely (if ever) leave the house without makeup. I am my mother’s daughter.

I have complicated feelings about my country, but I well up when I hear the national anthem. I am my father’s daughter.

I believe family dinner sits at the center of family life. I am my mother’s daughter.

I tell the same stories over and over – and most of them are long. I am my father’s daughter.

I love deeply, feel deeply, often find it difficult to say what’s really in my heart. I am my mother’s daughter.

I hum old hymns while I putter around the house. I am my father’s daughter.

I am sometimes too proud to ask for help. I am my mother’s daughter.

I have a wide-ranging curiosity about the world. I love to visit new places and soak them up. I am my father’s daughter.

I am always looking for ways to take care of the people I love. I am my mother’s daughter.

I get deeply attached to traditions and rituals and memories. I am my father’s daughter.

I’ve inherited many things from both my parents: my faith, my love of family, my passion for the music of George Strait, my yen for Mexican food. And some things are wholly my own: my love for Oxford, my insatiable appetite for books.

But as I get older, I see pieces of both my mom and my dad more clearly in myself. I hear their voices in my head all the time (as well as in our weekly phone calls). And I am so grateful to be their daughter.

Photo: Mom and Dad and me in Rockport last summer

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