The love was never doubted, and never said. People born nearly one hundred years ago didn’t seem comfortable dispensing with displays of such assumptions. Nearly never did they go to any of my events but one thing that my parents did do was listen to me and my rendition of how things went, or what was on my mind. This took some of the importance off of the result and transferred it to the doing. Unless you can find sustained joy in the counting of things The process makes such a better story.