Emily is the best daughter ever.  I call her my intellectual fireball.  Yes, I’m completely biased but I don’t give a shit, because I’m right.  She’s my rock.  My roll. And everything in-between.  She makes me feel like no matter what I do, she’ll love me implicitly and she’s by far the best thing that I’ve ever done for humanity.  I’m her dad though and sometimes I worry that I’m too much of her friend and not enough of her dad.  I’m worried that she needs me to be a dad when I need her to be my friend and that’s not fair.  I know that she can tell when I’m sad and I don’t want my feelings to impact her in any way.   I’m glad she’s 13 because at this age, I think she can handle it.  I hope she can handle it.  I pray she can handle it.