Today (actually last Friday) is my youngest daughter’s second birthday. Oh how I love this little girl, this beautiful brown-eyed wonder, apple of my eye, thief of my heart.
I never knew I’d feel this way. Every time I look at her I sigh. Every time. Even when she screams or pinches my face.
Her deep dark eyes draw me in and don’t let go. Her wispy ehu hair cascades over her tiny angelic face, her smile shining.
I get to watch her grow in to a woman. I get to be her poppa, as she likeS to call me (something I never cared for until she said it).
Yes, I’m in love. And for once it’s not the goddamn dangerous kind. (6/22)