It's a Leo kind of thing...

My daughter was born at 6:36 am, 26 years ago today. She is a double Leo, and, true to her sign, has been on fire most of her life. There was an earthquake that morning, centered directly under the hospital. I was not surprised. And she was late; my original due date was July 15. Despite that, she was small, only 6 lbs. 12 oz., a full 2 lbs. smaller than her brother, and I was embarrassed. Nevertheless, I prepared her in case she shot up like I did, telling her how great it is to be tall. She isn't. Instead, she is just the right size, blending in with her peers in a way I never did. Well, her red hair makes her a stand-out, for sure. When her father and I made the ultimate sacrifice and spent a weekend together at Cal Student Orientation, we could always find her in the crowd of students whenever they brought students and parents together. It is a rare and wonderful privelege to usher a new life into the world. And it has been a joy watching her grow and prosper, taking pride in her attributes, and assigning her less desireable traits to her father. Well, I'm pretty wonderful, but not perfect, you know.