Day Forty Five

I'm pretty sure it has something to do with chemicals, or maybe some intense father-daughter connection. Either way, I can not stand to hear my daughter crying. She has perfected this moment-defining cry, whereby she can instantly and irrevocably bring an end to whatever you were about to do. Unless, of course, you were about to become wholly consumed with caring for her. Because when her cry starts, that is exactly what you are going to do.