I stumbled across my Elementary School Year Book recently and saw that it said I wanted to be a fashion designer. I dismissed this, tucked it away somewhere and kept going with my life. One day watching my daughter run and jump and laugh and frolic did I realize that this very moment had been created by me. My daughter pushed forth from my loins, my greatest creation yet, ran wildly through the streets of New York her clothes billowing behind her, trying desperately to keep up, were my own design. Id housed these clothes in my heart long before she erupted into the world. I’m standing there in a matching dress realizing that…