“All right, B.” I lift her into my arms. “I've got to go get ready, or I'm going to get in trouble.” She giggles. “You can't get in trouble. You're a grown-up.” “Tell that to my coach.” “Give him a hug, and we'll go find our seats, okay?” Saige suggests. Brenna nods and wraps her tiny little arms around my neck. “Good luck, Daddy. I love you.” A lump builds in my throat as I hear the words I've been wishing would come from her mouth, and they're everything I thought they would be. I don't think there's any greater feeling than this one. Not scoring the winning touchdown. Not taking the Super
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