feeling old

The bath water was warm enough that her skin pinked up where it touched, but not hot enough to burn. The bubbles were a nice touch, but completely unnecessary. The glass of red wine was also a nice touch, and a great vintage. The lights were off save the small, fey-like Mage lights that were dotted around the walls of the large bathroom, she was always baffled at the fact that they reflected off the mirrored ceiling in a myriad of hues instead of their normal, hazy blue. Maybe the Arcane had a larger spectrum that could only be highlighted by bouncing the light off a different surface... It wasn't something that ever interested her enough to study.

Eleven summer vacations

Some…Doing Things
Some…Bumming Around

Did I make them memorable enough?
Am I a Dad that I would have respected? 
Barring that, at least one I would have liked?

They’re all done now…this was the last.  Boy is man…senior year.

Regrets?  Of course…that’s price of admission.

His turn on stage.  Mine to watch.