My daughter adores me tremendously and as much as she is my world too, I know deep down she worships her daddy just a wee bit more. I watch the way she holds her arms up for him to lift her and the resulting smile that spreads across her little fairy face makes him melt. My husband is 6’ 3”, so when he lifts our little cherub she feels like she can see the world from atop Mt. Daddy. She’s almost 7 but of course will always be his little girl (at any age). She delights in his jokes and feels no other daddy can measure in the funny department. She hears our garage door buzzing alive at night time and knows her father is now home. Racing to the door my little girl waits with open arms for her hero to walk in and smile his famous daddy smile at her. She often revels in the outfits she wears but more so when he enters in the house to show off what she put together as an ensemble for the day. There are days she greets him at the door with items we’ve purchased together during our errands that she’s proud to show off. I laugh every time. She’s our little charmer and has my husband’s heart every time.
There are occasions when our little Angel is anything but, and as upset as I get with her, she can get past it. Her tune differs however when her father is unhappy with her actions. She goes to great lengths to fix the situation and usually cries fat tears, trying to hug him until his mood changes. This is how strong my daughter’s love is for her father. It led me to think about my relationship with my dad. I grew up the third daughter to a man who was desperately waiting upon his wife to bear him a son. I came into the world and at that point, my father accepted his lot in life, three beautiful healthy girls. My dad loved his girls and that was that. We celebrated his 75th birthday recently and I am still amazed that my dad’s already reached this milestone. He has a youthful charm and silly manner that I adore and quite frankly adopted from him. I don’t remember holding my arms up for him to swoop me up into the air when I was younger but I am lucky to have a father who adores me too. Now my sisters might think I was the favored one in the family but I will state no such thing. So no matter what they post regarding this matter it’s just not true. Like my sisters I know that I’m thankful for the times we can all spend together with him and won’t trade them for anything. A daughter’s love for her father is special and I enjoy watching my daughter’s eyes as they light up when she’s around her daddy. If anything it just reminds me how much I love my father too.