Until I became a father in June of 2011, I never really thought too much
about the passing of time. I have lived for thousands of days, and as I am a
mere 41 years old as I write this it is reasonable to assume that I will live
for many thousand more. Some always stand out as special, such as anniversaries,
reunions, birthdays and holidays, but overall life was a long string of days
passing as they would, and I never concerned myself too much with counting them.
That all changed when my daughter, Riley Diane Ingram, was born just...
