The Report Card Is In

So six months ago we move our 11-year-old daughter clear across the North American continent, uprooting her from all the people and places she has ever known. And today, exactly six months after we pulled out of Mississippi, she has a whole passel of new friends, a role in her first ever musical, and just yesterday a first semester report card full of A’s (with a couple of A+’s thrown in for good measure).

You could look up the word “understatement” in the dictionary and you’ll find a picture of me saying, “I’m proud of Hillary.”