Merry Christmas, Baby

A whirlwind trip to Iowa.  Watching the little angel learn to open presents.  Realizing she had her own stocking (these continued proofs that she is, in fact, a real person and not a figment of my imagination still amaze me).  Realizing she has enough energy to put six adults in a coma after about eight hours.  Realizing she is mine and will be my daughter for every Christmas from now until I die.

That's pretty amazing.