Today is the day my little rhino was born and I am so over the moon to be her dad. It’s really something insane to think that I stood in a delivery room and watched her come into the world, and held her and marveled at her tiny self. Today she’s a person with opinions, a little girl whose curly hair gets in her face, who wants me to stay with her in the room until she falls asleep. What happened? How did I get here? When will she stop wanting me to hold her hand while she falls asleep? This is something I think about since becoming a dad.