It’s finally happened: I’ve been quoted.
I often wonder what it might feel like to be someone like Ella – verbally witty, always ready with a quick retort or something so good that I need to write it down, always being quoted. Well, now I know what it feels like. I only have about 1,000 more witty things to come up with before I catch up with her. (By the way, if you’re wondering why I rarely quote Fiona – it’s because she isn’t constantly spewing out witty comments on a daily basis like Ella is. Fiona’s gift is music. Where Ella has the gift of the gab, Fiona’s “quotes” come in the form musical notes. So to hear them, you just need to sit in our living room and listen. I’m afraid I can’t write ‘em down.)
Speaking of verbally gifted people, a friend sent me this letter that Ronald Reagan wrote to his son. It is stunning. To me it’s a beautiful example of what a father can be for his son – how men can teach their sons to love. It’s worth a read, and worth passing on.