On the day Malia was born and becoming a Dad for the first time:
Some time around 5, 6 in the morning, Michelle kinda jostles me and says “I think it’s getting to be time. It was like out of a sitcom: I jump up, and I’m looking for the bag, fumbling for the car keys. Malia was delivered at 1 o’clock in the afternoon. And it was love at first sight. Feeding her, burping her, changing her diapers… and now she’s 5’10.
