I’m thinking K really grows up fast, these days. So tall she’s become, racing speed. I’m looking at her and thinking she’s gonna be okay in whatever she’s going to do, and become. Perhaps in that little wrinkling of the nose when she’s thinking hard about something, or the immediate – and frequent – outbursts of delight of being able to recognize the smugness of one of our remarks. Can’t quite put my finger on it, but it’s there alright.