It was an early Saturday morning. Once I heard Courtney park in the driveway, I opened the front door. There was my 31 year old daughter who recently co-starred in her first theatrical play, which was hopefully her first step into her lifelong dream of having a full-time acting career. I stepped outside to greet her, and to help carry her things. She smiled once she saw me, and I smiled back. She was wearing a simple, yet fashionable outfit consisting of a tshirt, scarf, jeans, and flip flops on her feet. “Morning dad,” she said with her usual beaming smile. “Morning. How was the drive?” “Same old. I love…