From my latest column:
My mom has always been an exclaimer. When she sees a beautiful flower she immediately voices her delight, punctuated with an almost audible exclamation point. â€œLook at that rose!â€ sheâ€™ll gush, bending in for a sniff. â€œGorgeous!â€
My dad is also quick to share his enthusiasm for awe-inspiring things. I remember car trips as a teenager where he would play and replay his favorite song from â€œLes MisÃ©rables,â€ exclaiming at the singerâ€™s ability to hit and sustain a high note. â€œListen to that! Amazing!â€ heâ€™d say every time.
These memories make me smile. They also invite some personal reflection: Now that Iâ€™m an adult myself, what inspires me to speak in exclamation points?
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