Three hundred and sixty five days ago, give or take an hour or two, Miranda and I pulled on our coats, grabbed a carefully pre-packed bag, and started what we thought would be a very short two block walk over to St. Luke’s hospital. Forty minutes later, we finally made it to the ER entrance, having learned the hard way just how long it takes to walk two and a half blocks when one of you is having contractions every two to three minutes.
A few hours after that, a small human being emerged from my girlfriend. The world has been spinning slightly askew ever since. It’s been a hell of a year, and it’s only gonna get weirder from here on in.
Happy birthday, little girl.