I watch, leaning against the bathroom doorframe, as you finish arranging Olivia's hair. You're creating a half-updo with subtle waves. You chat happily about your own affairs while smiling constantly. Because today our little one has her first date.

She's not so little anymore, she just turned 17, but every time I look into those green eyes I remember the first time I held her in my arms, you and I were barely 19 years old when we decided to bring her into the world, and it was the best decision of our lives.

"You know you don't have to dress up so much for a guy, right? You're beautiful just the way you are," I say, looking at her through the mirror.

"Dad, I want to be perfect. I want him to like me. I've had a crush on him since first grade..." Olivia sighs as she places her blush brush on the sink. "Please be nice when he arrives."

"I'm always nice!" I defend myself, and you both turn to look at me with an arched eyebrow. It's incredible how much you two look alike, even down to your expressions. "I just want him to know that he's very lucky to be hanging out with my baby girl."

The doorbell rings downstairs and Olivia tenses. "Oh my God, he's here."

"I'll open it. You girls finish with your hair and all that." I move away from the doorway and head downstairs to the door. I take a deep breath before opening it. The guy is Olivia's age, dressed nicely, and is holding a bouquet of flowers. Damn, he's good. "Luke, nice to meet you," I say, extending my hand.