My youngest daughter turned 16 today, or rather four, as she is a leap-year day baby. She was an unexpected blessing in the days of graduate school. She’s celebrating her birthday this coming Saturday with friends in a rented ballroom at a Best Western. I enjoy the precious few times I have with Monika, as is the case with my other two daughters. While she’s increasingly discovering as she gets older that I’m not normal as a father and human being, I hope she knows that I love her. I’m proud of her athletic and musical ability, not to mention her academic excellence, but I love her regardless of these great abilities and accomplishments.