I started to piece the puzzle together and that's when I learned that, as a dad, I was given pretty much free reign to be as dorky as I wanted.
I'm not writing this to simply tell the story of seeing the world through Olivia's eyes, but also about accidentally making her see the world through mine.
I wanted this to be a memory she kept forever. Luckily, there was an option that I had never even considered.
The memories that matter to our kids, not to us, are the ones that make a difference
It wasn’t until recently, however, that I found myself asking that same question again in a very different way.