My Second Daughter

    It came up at dinner last night that I "never" talk about this one, that I usually only talk about the first and eldest daughter. Not number two! What? Blog about the second daughter? Give her praises, and elegize how cool and wonderful that she is? If I do not mention her in my blogs that much, as maybe compared to more attentions given to the eldest of my offspring, then is that an issue?

    Well, blogging is a part of my life and discussion, but it is not everything. Other things happen that I never blog about.

    Baseball is everything. Right?

    No, just kidding. That was another complaint that came up last night. Too much blogging and writing about baseball. Sure. But in retrospect I am glad that football and basketball were not mentioned as being overwritten and hyper-talked about.

    Too much baseball, I get it. But too much of the others? Okay, speaking of too much:

    There is too much of a dearth of things written about my second eldest, who is a wonderful person, for sure.

    I suggested that those of us who believe in heavenly mother sometimes theorize that we do not hear a lot of talk a lot about her because she is so sacred, we do not want her name in the mouth of all us filthy, unrighteous, profaning children gallivanting across and through the earth and seas.

    Yeah, that's why.

    So, should I break so many years of blogging tradition and write about her? She merits it, for sure. Where to start?

    She merits it, of course! However, I do not want to share too much, as things should stay private.

    That said, a few thoughts and memories.

    Baseball! 

    I took her older sister and her to a minor league baseball game where we saw the wunderkind Bryce Harper and the Buffalo Wilson Ramos getting rehabilitated for the majors. We had a pleasant time together, us three, but the real party started when the game was ending and my daughters, especially the second, got her groove going in the stands! She was busting a move, so happy and exuberant!

    Great memory. Me, she, and the oldest (okay, she was there, too), were having a good time as dad and daughters.

    She is now 21. She is fluent in a key foreign language, and she loves it. Have I had a special date with her? I did, before she went to college in Idaho.  We walked near the D.C. wharf, we shared some good food, I wore some sandals that kind of hurt me, with severe chaffing, but we still had a good time. We drove by the Georgetown district... I learned a lesson about new sandals with no socks. I believe I wrote a stigmata piece about her! Yes! I have written about her! Related to Jesus, of all people and things.

    It was hard to get time with her the last summer before she went off to college. Then we had her before she went on her church mission. That was fun.

    And now she is back! Yes! She does temple work, she does missionary work, she shares love and cheer wherever she goes.

    And now, this little blurb and memory does not compensate for all the other past blog posts that I did not mention her. I always had her in mind, though! 

    She is great! She is wunderbar! She is all the Turkish words, especially the good ones!

    Yes! Evet!

    Okay, more later.