“The first man a little girl falls in love with is her Dad.” ~ Unknown
“Certain is it that there is no kind of affection so purely angelic as of a father to a daughter. In love to our wives there is desire; to our sons, ambition; but to our daughters there is something which there are no words to express.” ~ Joseph Addison
Here he is, the proud daddy with his girls. Both of whom have him wrapped nice and tight around their little fingers. They are in every sense of the word… daddy’s girls… both of them.
When they hear the door open early in the evening as he comes in after a long day at work, they run to him with squealing voices:” Daaaaaddy!” and jump into his arms for one of their monkey hugs.
Middle daughter goes to work with him every chance she has. And that new shirt that looks so good on him, middle daughter picked it out. She’s his fashion advisor.
Little one showers him with her little raspberry kisses but won’t give mommy the time of day. Only daddy can wash and brush her hair to perfection. A quick run to the store… she accompanies him. We visit him for lunch, she insists on sitting next to him… always.
My two princesses are daddy’s girls... ever since that first time they wrapped their little fists around his finger. Daddy is the one they fell asleep on and daddy is the one that chases the bad dreams away and protects them through a bad storm.
Daddy is their hero!
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