Since Jaime passed away I have had both family and complete strangers observe Felicity’s not-so-pleasant moments as a toddler and attempt to make a connection with her “apparent” deep-rooted anger at the loss of her mother. When someone tells me “She is an angry child,” or “She is just trying to tell us how sad she is,” I want to (first slap them) bring them into our home and let them watch her smile, play, jump on her bed, play dress-up, sing and dance at a moments notice, and cuddle with me on the couch as we watch yet another Disney movie. Felicity is four years old. She is going to see what she can get away with and then throw a holy fit when she is reminded that she is not in charge. If my wife hadn’t died, those child “experts”, I run into, would just say that Felicity was a bad child. But you know, Felicity will one day get angry that she didn’t really get to know her mother. And that anger will, no doubt, seep into her being disrespectful to me at times, perhaps get into trouble at school, and be a pain in her heart that she will deal with in various ways throughout the remainder of her life. But Felicity is not an angry child. Speaking as the one…and the only one…who is with her the majority of her day, I can verify that Fee is a beautiful, happy, strong-willed, smart, four year old. Felicity, full of her parent’s strength, guided by the One who knew her long before we adored her, will have the final word on her life’s response to her mother’s death. Like her mother, I am confident that Felicity will see beyond personal pain and will, instead, seek the joys of life and the good in others. She tells me when she misses “mommy.” We hug, look at pictures, cry together, and even include a special prayer for “mom” before we have dinner. And then, just like we should and like I know Jaime would want, we smile and get back to enjoying the life we have before us. Felicity will soon get angry with me because I have said “No,” and she might even scream at me or throw herself on the ground. To those who stare at the “poor dad, who really needs a woman’s help,” or wonder at the sight of the first child in history who has ever thrown a fit, feel free to offer your insights on “why”. I invite you to sit back and watch, though. Felicity will have the final word. She will walk through her pain and loss. And Felicity’s strength and genuine, contagious “intense happiness” will change the world.