Since we were unable to bring our former third child, Mallory, with us from Hungary we thought we should get a new daughter to replace her, so we adopted Jillian, someone we did bring from Hungary. She even speaks Hungarian fluently! Actually she came over with her mom to enroll at UCF, but we have had the privilege of her company almost every weekend since school started. She has become part of the family.
One Sunday night as I was driving her back to her apartment (which she shares with three other girls intent on getting the most fun possible from college) we were waved in by the security guard at the apartment complex entrance. Jillian commented that getting in had just been particularly easy compared to other times she’s entered. “He must have thought you were my dad,” was her explanation.
It was then it occurred to me that I look like the father of a university student. I tried escaping this conclusion, but I had to admit that I was friends with her dad and considered him my age (even though he has a couple years on me). It will remain one of those moments in my life when I realized things had changed forever.