I rubbed my face and picked up Lourdes again. She was babbling away and then suddenly, as if she remembered something, my little girl looked up and said, ‘I’m proud of you, Daddy’. I’m sure someone had said to her, ‘Tell him you’re proud of him.’
But the way she said it, and then put her arms around my neck, choked me up. I was thinking, ‘I’ve got to go own those stairs and have a mic in my hand in another fifteen seconds. How am I going to do this?’ I was ready to let go right then and there.