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August 3, 2002
In two days my daughter turns two. I don’t know which makes me sadder: that her first two years seemed like two seconds, or that every year that passes means I am that much closer to losing her.

Fathers love their daughters with a love that is inexpressible. No man will love Angie more than I do. But Angie eventually will love a man more than she loves me. It is the most painful of all unrequited loves.

All that should matter to me is that my daughter is happy. Yes, but why can’t that happiness forever come from me?