Monica Bielanko
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Happy Birthday Dear Wylet

Three years ago tonight, my wife and I drove the Honda to the hospital, parked her in the underground garage, walked inside, and had a baby girl.

I never dreamed that I would know anything as cool/magical as being a dad, and most days: I still find myself wondering if something didn’t get muffed up out in the Cosmos; if it wasn’t supposed to be some other dude winning a beautiful daughter and not me.

But, if I find a fiver on the floor in Wal-Mart, I don’t go traipsing around trying to get it back to whoever dropped it.

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