I recently had a birthday that my family was helping me to celebrate. I was surrounded by the people I love most, and they all love each other, so the mood was just the best. I have a beautiful little granddaughter named Kali. She is five years old and cuter than a box of kittens. My son, P.J. is Kali's father. He is a medical student at a nearby university, so his weeks are taken up with studies and med school projects. That leaves Kali to spend most of her days with her mother, and she only gets to see her daddy for a few days most weekends.
So, anyhow, as the birthday party progressed Kali was kind of doing her own thing, coloring, playing with her LOL house, socializing with grandparents, aunts, and uncles. But then her father walked in the door and everyone said, "Kali look who's here." When she saw that it was her father her face lit up, and she crashed through the crowd and ran to the man she loves most in the whole world. She threw herself into his arms and hugged him for all she was worth. And he embraced her like he would never let her go. That bond of love between my son and his daughter was one of the most touching things I had ever seen. It made me so happy that the people I love so much could give each other such joy. It made what was otherwise a great birthday celebration, probably the best birthday I ever had.