The Day I've Been Waiting For

Last Friday evening, the Dad and lil' dude were in the bathroom together.
I get a "Wifey, come in here."
"Why? Do I want to?" I ask.
"Yes," the Dad says, "I think you'll cry."

And there she was, my little girl, draped in one of Mama's necklaces.
Smiling bigger than the sky.

Pretty! Lil' dude's pretty!

I couldn't have said it better myself.
Oh, my heart!