I look across the room and our eyes meet. I can feel the attraction between us, almost a gravitational pull that I can barely resist. I hold my ground, not being seduced to sweep her off her feet. Then she unleashes her voice. My soul begins to quiver. It is like my whole body was made to respond to her voice. Yet still I resist the urge to cross the room and sweep her off her feet. Then she begins to cry. Each tear rends my soul, tearing me apart. I give up and sweep up my crying baby girl.