Daddy's Girl
He is there to spill tears of happiness when his eyes look upon his baby daughter for the first time. He is there with arms to catch her when she takes her first steps or stumbles. He is there to teach her at the youngest age..., even though she might not understand half of it.
He is there to help her color inside the lines, make her grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup, and tie her shoes when Mom's not around. He is there to hug her and kiss her on her first day of school. He is there to teach her how to ride her first bike and drive her first car.
He is there to approve, disapprove, accept and forgive. He is there to give her a big bunch of flowers when she graduates from school, and to smile when her name is called and feel so proud. He is there to embrace her and kiss her before she goes to live far away to learn new things. He is there to walk her down the aisle with tears in his eyes as he wonders how his little girl grew up so fast.
He is there to watch her grow as the lines on his face deepen. He is there to welcome her home for visits with arms stretched wide to give her a hug. He is there with open arms and an empty lap to listen to life's problems and stroke her hair to tell her it will all be okay.
And she remembers this loving man from her childhood with big strong hands that were as gentle as a whisper. She remembers how he was always there to protect her and make her feel safe. She remembers how smart he has always been and how much she has learned from him. She remembers his kind eyes and how they would tear when he looked at her sometimes. She remembers his wide smile and his big laugh that always made her feel happy.
But most of all, she remembers how much he has always been there to love her and how she has always been there to love him back.
He is there to spill tears of happiness when his eyes look upon his baby daughter for the first time. He is there with arms to catch her when she takes her first steps or stumbles. He is there to teach her at the youngest age..., even though she might not understand half of it.
He is there to help her color inside the lines, make her grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup, and tie her shoes when Mom's not around. He is there to hug her and kiss her on her first day of school. He is there to teach her how to ride her first bike and drive her first car.
He is there to approve, disapprove, accept and forgive. He is there to give her a big bunch of flowers when she graduates from school, and to smile when her name is called and feel so proud. He is there to embrace her and kiss her before she goes to live far away to learn new things. He is there to walk her down the aisle with tears in his eyes as he wonders how his little girl grew up so fast.
He is there to watch her grow as the lines on his face deepen. He is there to welcome her home for visits with arms stretched wide to give her a hug. He is there with open arms and an empty lap to listen to life's problems and stroke her hair to tell her it will all be okay.
And she remembers this loving man from her childhood with big strong hands that were as gentle as a whisper. She remembers how he was always there to protect her and make her feel safe. She remembers how smart he has always been and how much she has learned from him. She remembers his kind eyes and how they would tear when he looked at her sometimes. She remembers his wide smile and his big laugh that always made her feel happy.
But most of all, she remembers how much he has always been there to love her and how she has always been there to love him back.
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