Well... today my daughter started the 4th grade. Seems like time is moving by as the generation we birthed embarks upon the world. I remember when my youngest Alanna was born, I was scared to hold her as I thought I would drop her. One of the first fears of fatherhood, among many. Now... 9 years later, I have the fear of not teaching her enough and allowing the freedom of independence. The first time for everything(s) and taking wins and losses in the game of life. As time moves forward, I am sure that I will become comfortable with some or most things, but every day I wonder what will be my hardest task as a father to see my flesh and blood go through. All that matters, at this point in time is that she is my heart and no matter what... I love her!
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