Things that really matter vs. those that antimatter

Twenty-five years ago today, I became a dad.

Not just that. I became the dad of a daughter.

There is nothing greater in the world than that. (Being the dad of a son comes extremely close, but daughters grow up to be adults who know how to communicate with dads on telephones on a regular basis.)

Last week when the physicists at CERN announced they had confirmed the existence of the Higgs boson or “god particle,” I was amused by the inability of anyone to explain exactly what it is, or isn’t. As I once read the Dan Brown novel, Angels and Demons, I am an expert on the topic.*

From the book, I recall the Higgs boson has something to do with being the field that holds everything in the world together. It’s everywhere there is nothing.

Okay, I’m not an expert. I have no idea what any of that means in terms of physics, but I know the feeling of discovering that thing which holds everything in the world together.

And 25 years ago, I held all 5 lbs, 8 ounces of her in my hands for the very first time.

 Correction: My wife informed me that our daughter weighed two more ounces than an earlier version included. 

*Okay, I didn’t actually read the book, but I saw Tom Hanks in that movie directed by Opie Taylor. If you like movies that feature people running around in tunnels for two hours, you should definitely check it out. 

  • I couldn’t agree more. I lived my whole life wondering what possible meaning there could be to existence. I sensed there was something … but like a physicist searching for the Higgs boson, I couldn’t put my finger on it. Then, on the day that my daughter was born, everything changed. Suddenly, I knew what held the universe together.

  • I remember many wonderful things you wrote when your daughter entered your world.