A Girl Who Loves Her Daddy

Early this morning, before Brett woke up, while the house was quiet, we did what we do every morning. We play in her room…I sip my coffee while I watch her pick up books, chew on dolls, inspect her rattles. It’s quiet, and I love it. I was taking photos of her while she played and couldn’t get her to smile for anything. Then, out of the blue….this magical little smile emerges. Little did I know, her daddy woke up and was standing quietly behind me. He does it to her every time. That girl loves her daddy so much!

My Baby


I watched you play today….and I can’t believe you are mine. Everything about you amazes me–each pudgy finger, the curl of your perfect lips, the mess of lashes that bless your beautiful eyes…Baby, you are mine.