I've heard the story so many times, and every time, it makes me shine. 

She was fighting with the nurse, who wasn't letting her into the room. She was almost in tears, no doubt hearing me scream from inside. "I have to get in there! My wife is having a baby. You are not going to let me miss the birth of my fucking child," she snarled. 

The nurse wasn't having it. We happened to have been visiting my parents in Mississippi at the time when I went into labor, so our marriage wasn't recognized at the hospital I was forced to check into. 

That's when my dad arrived. He's never been comfortable with my sexuality, let alone loved my wife. But he went up to that nurse and threatened to call the Head of the Hospital, who he'd gone to school with. He was so commanding and forceful, that the nurse let my wife into the delivery room with no problem. 

My dad saved the day. 

He keeps saying he finally believed in our love when he saw her desparation to get to me. I wonder. 

But it's my favorite story, and our daughter is two, and she's heard it a thousand times.