I’m not going to write a lot right now because I have to get ready to go out with my family to celebrate my daughter’s eighteenth birthday. From there, I may be heading pretty much straight to work for the evening so might not have a chance to post later.

As you can see, I’m not incarcerated. It’s not because I made bail, more about having only the good customers in last night. I got hugs, handshakes, good wishes, and one guy who’s going to bring me his business card. It was a good crowd last night.

Yeah, I choked up a couple of times. That was just a preview of what it’s going to be like at my daughter’s brunch this morning.

Just yesterday, she was thirteen and thought I should be able to answer any question. About a week before, she was eleven and believed that I could make growing pains go away by rubbing her ankle at two in the morning.

A couple of months before, my wife and I had been together for a while. We had been out somewhere and when we were getting in the car to come back her four year old daughter asked me to ride in the back with her. Today, that little girl turns eighteen.

For the past fourteen years, I have been honored and proud to call her my daughter. I have been blessed to have her tell me, “I only call you Win because that’s what I’ve called you since I was little. I love my biological Dad, but you are the one who gets up in the middle of the night if I call you. You are the one who fights to get me to do my homework and hugs me every day and tells me you love me. I may call you Win, but it really means Dad.”

Happy Birthday Sweetheart

Love you more, Win