I love this picture.  It so captures the conflicted feelings the day my first sister arrived home.  After 5 long years of my peaceful totalitarian rule - suddenly there was this other creature I had to share MY house with.  There is a subsequent image where my sister is crying and I am suddenly slightly happier again.

I have often heard complaints about “this” generation, "You know those kids today..."

Funny though... I heard my parents say it about my generation, and my grandparents say it about my parent’s generation, and since I knew my great-grandparents well, I know, they said it about their children too.  Seems a pattern here.

I love the quality I find more and more in myself; that for each year I add to my life, I have more and more faith and trust in that next newest generation...  even the one that hasn't learned to kiss yet.

It is infinitely exciting to see where they will go.  And yes, they do have it figured out – as much as anyone else did. 

And as much as they need to.