
Here are my two beautiful daughters, Claire (3 yrs) and Ella (6 mos). Aren't they gorgeous? All of their lives, their daddy has been huge. Claire has started to inform me that shes not scared of giants, because her daddy is bigger than a giant. That is bittersweet. On the one hand, its sweet that my daughter knows I will protect her from anything, on the other hand, it's pretty bitter to know that even a 3 year old recognizes that I am huge.
In 20 (to 30 =p) years, these little girls are gonna be ready for me to walk them down the aisle. If I don't do something now, I will be lucky to even be alive to maybe roll them down the aisle, as long as they get married somewhere with really wide aisles.
I want to be able to run around and play with my girls and still be able to breathe. I want to survive long enough to see their babies and get to be a grandpa.