So, to continue the thought of the original post on this thread, that same little angel pulled another one today... We're at a swim meet without enough seating today, and the two girls that we have swimming are coming up soon, so the family was leaning against a wall. The youngest (now 4) is sitting on the floor and observing the world. As I'm attempting to ensure the other kiddos don't end up in the line of traffic, I feel a pull on my pant leg. I look down, and she's looking up with a huge smile, and as soon as she has my eye, she hollers out, "I love you, daddy!" She ensured she could be heard above the crowd. She waited for me to return with an "I love you, too!", and she then returned to people watching. That's why I've gone through the two-year struggle, fight, whatever you want to call it, so that beautiful little girl can soon be my youngest.