I wrote this when my youngest turned one. Today she turns three and my heart swells with love for her. She is like if you gave a firecracker pigtails and all you wanted to do was hug it. Happy birthday little one.
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Creating a Person 
She was just a smidge bigger than a bag of sugar the first time I held her. I took her in my arms peered out the hospital window and showed her the sun rising above the Georgia pines. It was her very first sunrise on her very first day. The 364 days since then have been full of other firsts. Not just for her, but for her parents and her sister as well. We have grown as a family and gelled as a team. In many ways she is still the boss of this household with all of her “I need to eat and can’t feed myself” and “Change my diaper!” demands that refuse to neatly reside on the outsides of our sleep schedule. I told someone once that the predominant feeling when I became a dad was more. After becoming a father you…
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Simon C. Holland 
October 3rd, 2013 at 11:07 pm
She is one lucky firecracker. Pretty sweet, Dad. :C )
October 4th, 2013 at 6:36 am
I’m the lucky one.
October 3rd, 2013 at 9:18 pm
wonderful, simon )
October 4th, 2013 at 6:35 am
Thank you!