proud? proud.

i've never doubted the fact that my dad's proud of his only girl.

but in instances like these...

{when i'm sitting at my desk, intensely studying a giant set of engineering plans}

i know he's proud.

i imagine he's especially beaming when i can speak intelligently to an engineer or contractor, like:

"according to the drawings, you poured through the north drive approach"

or

"RD-47 shows a type 7 wall from STA 381+53 to 384+50"

isn't it strange?... how we ended up where we did...
i never would have thought.