(When our younger daughter Elizabeth was in college, she called us to say, ‘Don’t kill me. I’ve got something to tell you.” We promised not to kill her, whereupon she told us she had pierced her tongue.
Only later did we learn that she had not done so at all but was just testing us out to see how upset we might get. And, of course, when we didn’t disown her, she then got her tongue pierced.
Well, it’s now ten years later, and Elizabeth called last night to tell us she was going skydiving today. I thought (silently) that she shouldn’t do it. But she’s 28, and I wasn’t going to start telling her what not to do now.
And so about 9:30 AM this morning, we got the following text message:
“I’m alive. Coolest thing I’ve ever done.”
Being not only a father but also the editor of MillersTime, I quickly (after I told her I was relieved), texted back saying, “I see a MillersTime post in the offing.”
And here it is:)






