A Celebration of Time's Flight

The little girl who saved me simply by showing up is five years old today...

It seems almost inconceivable to me that it has been five years since Maggie graced this world with her arrival.  All six pounds and four ounces of her.  I remember that early Saturday morning as if it was yesterday.  I can still hear the elation in Mom's voice when she reacted to me calling to tell her the news.  

Although I owe a debt to each of my five grandchildren that I shall never be able to repay, Maggie is the one to whom the largest debt is owed.  She shall forever be to me what she has always been, which is an opportunity for redemption.  She is too young still to know that on his best day, her Pop Pop is at best a C- human being, or that she is the one who stopped my slide farther down the scale on which we all are graded.  

I know.   And for that I love her today as I have loved her every day.  Even before I ever met her. 

-AK