...Why it's good to be a dad...

I got an email from my daughter this morning. She sent me a bunch of photos which I'm not going to share, because - well, they're of a pregnant lady and they're just for me.

Surfing around, I went to Robb Allen's place. And he showed me this:

And damn. Between the two events, it reminded me of when my daughter was a towheaded little thing. And I wasn't always a very good father, and sometimes she'd drive me to thoughts of violence, because - poor thing - she was a lot like me and even when she was a toddler she just couldn't go along to get along. But them sometimes - sometimes she'd do something like this and remind me why letting your daughter live isn't just a matter of pheromones.

You can't squeeze them too tight or they'll break. But you can try to find ways to show them that, even if sometimes there's no two creatures in the universe with more communication troubles than a man and his daughter, you still really do know that there's nothing in the universe more precious than she is.