I caught a sweet moment the other night before bedtime. Some serious Daddy-Daughter bonding was going on, and I was a grateful, happy, and silent observer behind my lens.
He loves this girl so much. There are no words for this kind of love. Are there? If there are, I don't have them. Perhaps poets and writers greater than I...
And this girl? Oh does she ever love him. She lights up when he comes home. She smiles and coos and says "Dadadada".
There is a peacefulness that comes over this Dad when he's around his girl. He softens. And he is happier than I've ever seen him.
Those two are my loves. How did I get so lucky?