20 Years

Before our daughter Beatrix was born, when we found out we were having a girl, Bethany asked mmm what I hoped she’d be like. I said, “I hope she’s just like you.” I feel like I’ve written enough about Beatrix here and elsewhere over the years that most of my longterm readers can probably imagine what she’s like. I really meant it (and I’m glad I got what I wished for). Bethany is, by far, the smartest person I know. The hardest working too. She knows a whole lot about a lot of things and uses every bit of it in service to the world. She is sweet and thoughtful and generous with her resources. She has opinions that are held firmly and fiercely defended. She holds those she considers friends in the same way. She is incredibly loyal. Her wit is rapid fire. It cracks like a whip and can cut like a knife. Mostly, it makes me laugh. If someone could invent a weapon designed to make me fall in love that is hard coded to my DNA, it would work just like her humor and wit. She rarely says no to…