Someday, when I am old and gray, may I remember that today was the day my little daughter woke up in her bed singing "Wa-a-ake up...wa-a-ake up...", her sweet little voice flowing over the baby monitor and into the very deepest part of my heart.
And may I not remember that today is also the day she, at lunchtime, threw a cheeseburger at my face.
