Edward J. Pluchar - The Blogsplitter

Amelia attends the day care where I work, appropriately named “Tiny Steps.”  She rides with me to get there, we spend lunch together, and then we ride home together.

It’s helped reveal to me that I am in love with my daughter.

I walk by the day care room at least 4-5 times a day, and when she’s there, I always peek in.  I’m always excited to peek in moments before I reach the day care room.

My tasks just before lunch are completed swiftly, with all efficiency.  My burden is lighter as I go to see her.

And she - I wait for this - she begs me to come hold her, she chews on one hand while the other grabs at my hair because that’s how excited she is.

I help her to walk, she shows me the toys and kids she’s playing with, we go outside into the sunshine, and then I leave her so that I can come back again later.

That’s my birthday.  I discovered this (the “Tuesday” part) while talking to a student here at Giant Steps.

Student:  Hello.

Ed Furlong:  Hi.

Student:  When is your birthday?

Ed:  April 7th.

Student:  (Pauses)  What is the year? (sic)

Ed:  1981

Student: (Pauses for no more than 1.5 seconds)  You were born on a Tuesday.

Ed:  You know, I think you’re right…

Helen (teacher):  He’s never wrong.