Marianne called the hotline at around 8:20am.
"What's goin' on?", I asked cleverly.
"My parents sold their house.", she replied matter of factly.
"Anything else?"
"Oh yeah. My water broke!"
And I was off....
Our daughter Jessica was born at 4:43pm.
When we left the hospital with her the world
looked different. Because it was.
One new life that would depend on us.
I remember the feeling that I just couldn't wait to hear her
laugh for the very first time.
And there have been many laughs since.
"Do the funny thing at the door!!!", she would squeal at bedtime.
And I would oblige by pretending to hit my head on the wall
or some such nonsensical act.
Teaching her to fish and shoot.
Participating in the Y Princess Program together.
She was "Little Eagle" and I, of course, was "Bald Eagle".
Earning our deputy black belts in Taekwondo together.
Good stuff, those Daddy/Daughter times....
Don't blink.
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