Last night, my 10-year-old daughter came downstairs while I was watching the Red Sox baseball game.  She sat on my lap, grabbed the remote, and promptly changed the channel to Hannah Montana. 

It was only the second inning, and I like Miley Cyrus, so we watched the show together.  When it was over, my daughter kissed me on the cheek and said goodnight.  A minute later she came back.  Without a word, she took off the green-orange-and-yellow necklace she was wearing and put it around my neck.  She fastened it, giggled, kissed me once more, and went to bed.

I turned the ballgame back on and watched as Jon Lester, second-year pitcher and cancer survivor, proceeded to throw a no-hitter.  The first no-hitter by a Boston Red Sox left-hander since 1956.

I'm not a superstitious person, but I am never taking off this necklace.

Thank you Gina.  I love you.