She drives too fast, loves too hard, and snorts when she laughs. She’s an executive daughter, perfecting the art of managing dad and awarding mom (at least temporarily) a management position. She slept through the night at two weeks, walked at nine months and never stops talking except when I make her really mad. She’s earned one degree, works two jobs, and thinks three is her lucky number. She’s moody and intuitive and kind even to people who don’t deserve it. Sometimes I wonder where she came from and realize how lucky I am to know her as my daughter.