Three hundred and sixty-six days (2012 being a leap year) compared to my 13,643, my daughter’s life has thus far spanned about 2.5 % of my lifetime while I’ve witnessed 100 % of hers. What am I to her? Am I a constant, even though most days we spend less than 8 % of her 12 waking hours together? Nothing changes about me, I think she’d say, even though I can hardly remember who I was before I became her dad. What is she to me? Ever-evolving from one day to the next. She is change embodied. Today she says the the word “apple” and nods her head for yes. Tomorrow I’ll witness another small miracle of human development. How astonishing time is for we humans.