Early today Marley was fussing. I brought her into her bedroom and tried distracting here with the items on her dresser. As so often happens, her attention was directed towards the two pictures of Ryan that I have set out on her shelf. The minute her eyes locked on the picture, her crying ceased and she said, “Hi” in her Marley sing-song voice. This was incredible, but what happened next absolutely floored me. After a minute of staring, she smiled and softly cooed, “Daddy”. At the most, you likely believe I’m making this up and at the least exaggerating, but I am telling the story exactly as it happened. Somehow, some way, she knows who her daddy is. Somehow, some way, his face calms her.