This is probably true: the Daughter will be taller than her mother, and quite likely, her father. She’s about 5 feet, 4 inches tall, which is about 1.6 meters.
She is generous of spirit, contributing her money to causes, especially those involving dogs and cats.
She relishes being helpful. She teaches me about current music, even as I share with her the Beatles and Motown.
She is quite good in math, instinctively, though the showing of the work, especially with those bar charts, is tedious for both of us.
She LOVES reading, but some of her “compare and contrast” writing assignments suck the joy out of it.
She gets a thrill when she gets a question right on JEOPARDY!, and at least once she got an answer that none of the three contestants could come up with.
She probably watches the news too much, though I was the same at her age. (But the news didn’t seem so grim then: Cold War and racial tension, whereas now it’s terrorism and ethnic tension.)
She went to two funerals this year, one for a person she cared deeply for.
She still likes it when her mother and/or I watch the scary parts of the movies with her, e.g., in Brave, when the mama bear was in peril.
She still loves her papa, and he’ll always love her.