The Princess

My daughter, Mallory, is my little princess. There aren't many princesses born into the Huber Family (plenty of them by marriage, of course!). In the last four generations there have been exactly two girls. As my mom points out, she is the second in 35 years. I consider myself blessed to raise a beautiful little girl. All of the things that make her adorable now, I fear will make her very, very scary to me in 12 or 13 short years. I mentioned to my wife that I wish I could just press pause and enjoy her at this age for the next couple of years. Have fun watching her dance, Cetaphil-covered head and all.



I love you, sweetheart. I hope you only get sweeter; although I am not sure that it is possible.