Someone please tell me that my little girl is not getting married.
For someone who arrived in this world more than two weeks late (have I ever told you what a great two weeks that was?), she sure seemed to be a in a big hurry to grow up.
Friday night I picked her up at the airport. She flew in from Bangor, Maine, where she was handling her first big case with the Natural Resources Defense Council. I couldn't believe how 'grown-up' my little 'Bean' looked as she stood there with her roller bag.
Actually, I couldn't believe how old it made me feel.
This Saturday, I'll take her on a short walk to the rest of her life.
For now, I am using my weekly print column to take a look back.
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