  Being a grow up is very difficult. Today I received two text messages from Liz. The first on reads: We are having a hard time today This was probably sent to me before she left for work. Later, much later actually, I received another. She has cried from 8 in the morning till now this is really hard Of course I called her after each of these to see what was up, anything she might need. You see my daughter is teething, bad. When I saw her last I could get her to smile and I would see the teeth just under the gums. She'll probably have two teeth by the end of the week. She is having a hard time with this, just as Liz had said. Of course this will pass and she will have no memories of it but it difficult for a parent none the less.
Liz is doing an amazing job as a mother. Nobody in this world could do better. I owe her everything and one day when the world is mine, I will give it to her. She raises my daughter like it was her only purpose in life, something that very few do anymore. I envy her, I wish I could do the same. 
