Happy Father's Day to the father of my child.
Mama loves!
Around Mother's Day, the lil' dude came home from daycare with a fabulous handmade necklace, strung together with wooden beads, a giant red heart, and love. I immediately fell in love with it, and the tiny girl who brought it home.
Tonight, the Dad is wearing it.
Because she asked him to.
And ... because it's his.
It always was meant for her Daddy.
You two speak your own language.
You embody the true mystique of Father-Daughter relationships.
Sometimes, you let me in.
But that doesn't matter.
From the outside, I could watch you two tango and tangle and tackle all day long.
I often do.
There's nothing more in this world I love.
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