Fourteen years ago today, Pacific time, I was fitfully resting on a hospital bed while Dane napped, drooling, on one of those uncomfortable pull-out chairs reserved for dads. Husky Stadium (the old one) was shrouded in mist, and the sun was barely beginning to rise.
Later in the day, we would watch the beginning of The Price is Right before things started to get really hectic. There would be lots of crying, and pain I still remember clearly, a moment of panic directly after she was born, and, perhaps in a bit of foreshadowing, someone actually getting shit on.
The Gorgeous Girl was born at 11:21 p.m. on Thursday, May 4th, 2000, and she has been the love of my life since she drew her first breath.
Happy birthday to my sweetest girl!