Seven years...(in 2 days)
September 11, 2001 is a day that no one will ever forget...but it doesn't mean quite the same thing for me that it does for most other folks.

Aside from giving Rudy Giuliani something to talk about for the rest of his life, 9/11 gave me my first taste of fatherhood.

My daughter came into the world that day...and for almost seven years now I've been in awe of her.

Watching her grow up from a little blue, creature that looked vaguely like a cross between Winston Churchill and a lizard to the discerning young girl that she's rapidly becoming has been a joy from the first, and watching her young mind develop independence continues to fill me with pride.

With all of the pressures (both self-imposed and otherwise) that we face every day, sometimes it's easy to lose sight of the important things, so I'll take this moment to reflect on one of them and say how proud I am of not only her, but all three girls...four if you count Halo.

With the love and support that they provide to me, I can't help but feel that I've truly been blessed...and not in that creepy born-again way.