The first thing my 2-year-old daughter Maeve said when I opened her door this morning was “Dada.” “Good morning, sweetie!” “Dada.” “Mommy loves you!” I said, pulling open the curtains, hoping she’d note the sun highlighting my form, the madonna to her child. “Did you get some sleep?” “Dada. Dada.” It’s Maeve’s favorite word. Her favorite person. My husband Hall is normally the one to get her up, but today he was already working. A farmer inside a web marketer’s body, he wakes naturally everyday