Eighteen years ago,
my sweaty and exhausted wife handed me our child, and I held her in my arms for the very first time.
She was very quiet and sleepy, having just undergone something of an ordeal. She nestled into the crook of my arm and slept.
All parents think their child is the most beautiful, and I understand that, but we had lots of other people tell us she was, and in retrospect, they were right. She was beautiful from the womb and she is now a lovely young woman.
I was warned that she would change my life. I had no idea, nobody does. She still has all of life ahead of her, but I can’t help but think at this moment, Dad would be happy with the job we have done in raising her so far.

That is the true measure of a man.
I am glad your oglet is turning out well.
Happy Birthday to the Oglet!
Happy Birthday Oglet!!
They do grow up fast. The oldest genetic hostage is in his early 30’s, and the fine upstanding young man I inherited via Deb, is almost 19. (Our alpha and omega if you will.)
May she live life with all the (good) gusto and passion that you seem to have done. May her scars be few, and her happiness be measured by the richness of her memories.
Many happy returns.
That’s it, right there. You need for nothing. You have it all. Congratulations!
Your Dad would be happy. Wondered if your Dad did not get to meet his grand daughter. My son never met his paternal grand father. My father also never met the marvelous woman that is our son’s mother. Often think of this with regret. Doc
Painfuly, no. But The oglet did get to meet dad’s very best friend on earth, before HE went, and I like to think he brought those memories to dad.