Hallie and I spend the next ten minutes in a battle of wills, flying around the ice with the aim of not letting the other score a goal. The kids are yelling furiously from the sides, in support of my new wife mostly, and every time she manages to slip a goal past me, I see Penelope’s smile get brighter and brighter. As the only girl in my class I have found that I have taken her under my wing more than the others, which I probably shouldn’t do, but everyone has favorites, right?
