The Daughter Of My Heart

Last night I went into Julien’s room (he’s still away in Japan) and found Sara sitting in front of his computer watching my Bette Midler in Las Vegas DVD.

I bought it a few years ago in a wave of nostalgia; remembering the time longlong ago when I was a teenager and Ms. Midler was my hero for being gutsy, sentimental, vulgar, talented, and thoroughly entertaining.

So, discovering my daughter enjoying the Ernie and Clementine jokes and the mermaids in wheelchair bits warmed my heart. Please don’t be judgemental; I am talking DNA here and not parental guidance.