On your birth day, my whole world changed. There were still bills to pay, lawns to mow, and errands to run. But at first sight of you, your father's old eyes filled with tears, and his hands trembled.
You were fresh from the other side - wailing and shivering in the new air. The nurses worked over you with feverish determination, polishing you like a teapot, poking, prodding - making sure you had all your parts. Of course, you were perfect.
Leaning over you like a streetlight, I gently say, "Hello there. I'm your dad."
You quieted some. I slowly extended my finger. To my delight, your little digits wrapped around mine and squeezed. In that instant, I became your captive - a knight at your round table - willing to do anything to keep you safe from harm.You were a tiny thing - 3 pounds, 12 ounces. I've caught fish bigger than that. You were so small, in fact, that the doctor wouldn't allow us to take you home. As they wheeled you away, I was numb. "Please take care of her," I
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