There's no way that she's a carbon copy of me, nor would I want her to be. (That would only mean double the work I'd still have to do in order to insure we would someday [sigh] both grow into the person I'd like us to be.) Nope, she's very much her own person with her up-beat personality, warmth, and whacky sense of humor that charms both males and females, adults and children.
She's physically beautiful. (Where DID she come from??) From the time she was a teenager, people suggested she go into modeling. She may have felt complimented but didn't give the idea serious thought because she's never had the time for that kind of beauty.
What do I admire most about her? No doubt about it. Her strength. There's an inner band of steel running through her core that enables her to remain upright when others, I for one, would be a quivering puddle of jello seeping through the floor boards. She can do anything she puts her mind to. While being incredibly talented artistically, she also can figure out and understand the workings of a solar energy system and how to maintain it. She'll tackle and master anything she deems worthy.
And, oh yeah, she's physically strong, too. (I fully realized that a couple of years ago when I had to concede to the fact that I could no longer best her at arm wrestling.) Plowing the four mile long winter driveway, hauling buckets of water, stoking the outdoor wood furnace boiler, slinging around seventy pounds sacks of feed, no wimp this female.
So, my hat's off to you, Dear Daughter. In any light, you're a fine specimen of womanhood. It's no wonder so many people love you, look up to you and like to be around you. You have my admiration, love, and support in all you so ably attempt to do. You impress the heck out of me.