“One day, baby, when we’re old and gray, I’m going to look over at you while we’re sitting on the porch and tell you how these tears were wasted.”
She cried harder as she opened her eyes. “God bless… You’re serious!”
“One hundred percent.” I cupped her cheeks in my hands. “That one percent of you… I want it.”

Don't you love it when a grown man starts a fight with your four year old daughter in a grocery store over the last bag of chips and ends up being the love of your life?