I was bored.  I loved the time, I loved the people, but my life had become the lament of an elderly looking back with anguish.  So much time, what do you do with it?  Our lives were *electric* for a couple weeks out of the year, full of cheer, party, and too much to drink.  But when not in the sun in an exotic location and soaked in a booze filled buzz...I got lonely.  I felt empty.  How will this world ever even know my small existence ever...well...existed?  How do I want to be remembered?  WAIT, how will anyone even remember me?
Perhaps the intentions were selfish.  I think we're all guilty of that, at least a little bit.  Do we ever create a human out of pure curiosity or selflessness?  Maybe.  Regardless of the reason, we did it.  We created a tiny person that brings a whole element of happiness and worry to a level that was not known before.  It's a vulnerability that perhaps I wasn't ready for, but am so happy to have. 

Catherine Anne Surber

It's a whole experience that people told me that could never be replicated.  That didn't do it justice.
It's hard to type about her without including cliches such as "apple of my eye", or other such nonsense, but she is the apple of my eye, and all that nonsense.
She's almost 15 months, and it's crazy how time has gone by. 
When she's 15 years I hope I'm still here.
In 15 years I hope she still likes "Daddy".
I hope 15 years doesn't go by too fast.
For the first time in my life, I love now.
Yesterday had good days.
Tomorrow brings magic.
I am content with today.
Finally.