My daughter was born August 30, 2003. What’s funny is that it seems like every year on her birthday she wakes up at the same time she was born, about 6:05 a.m. This morning, same story. As I was sitting with our son feeding him a bottle she stumbled in to his room after just crawling out of bed. Climbed up in to my lap and I spent a wonderful and precious few moments cuddling my two kids. It felt so good to be a dad at that moment in time. Little did I know, seven years ago, how great it would be.