While Lana is busy cutting the cake, Cami beckons me closer. I kneel down. “What’s up?” She rises on the tips of her toes and whispers in my ear, “I wished you can be my new daddy.” I wished you can be my new daddy. God. Somehow eight words make my knees as weak as my heart. I wrap my arms around her and squeeze. “There is nothing I’d like more than that.” And I mean every single word.
