I strategically position myself at the end of the long hallway so when the front door opens, I can take in all of her. Her little voice precedes the pitter patter of her feet. With a sing-song pitch — “Hi, hi, hi!” — that rises in tone like a familiar nursery rhyme, she makes a mighty declaration that she has arrived. I gasp at the sight of her. She sees me and pauses. Reaching for the security of her daddy’s hand, David introduces us.