Tonight, after finishing dinner, your dad and I were lingering at the table over glasses of wine. We could hear you playing in the next room, talking to your babies and busily plotting your next move. Your dad said, "I think she's a happy child." And just at that moment, you came out of your playroom naked, marching and beating a toy drum in your own personal parade. If my whole life was leading up to this moment, it is enough.