Reminiscing
As my eldest daughter’s high school career draws to a close, I find myself remembering the last 18 years. From finding out I was going to be a father, to learning that her mother was moving them to another state, and then the day she told me that she wanted to live with my wife and I. So many jubilant moments, so many tears. I admit, when her mother first told me that she was pregnant, I was scared. Aloof, but scared. Heck, I was just a kid myself. Almost nine months later, she was born 6 weeks early. She was so tiny, it was, to me, a miracle. When we brought her home, she slept in a cothes basket next to the bed. I filed custody papers with the court before she was 6 months old. Mom and her promptly disappeared. I dropped the custody suit so that I