Love wins

y daughter is nearly five years old and I have noticed, over the past few months, that she has developed a hunger for stories. Her bedroom bookshelf is crammed, but what she has begun asking for, as she grows out of the present-tense chaos of the preschooler, are stories about herself as a baby. I tell her about a time when she'd routinely sneak out of bed to steal the peanut butter from the pantry. My wife Heidi and I would hear the pitter-patter of her feet, and the next morning we'd find the peanut butter in her bed. She roars with laughter. A few weeks later,