Big Daddy

There is no greater bond than that between a girl and her daddy. I know. My father was the moon and the stars: the handsomest, the cleverest, the bestest father...to me. So it is no surprise...to me...that Charlotte is just gaga about her daddy. Totally. Completely. Besotted.

And so it goes. As I snuggle with her on the sofa, my nose buried in her beautiful strawberry blond hair, I declare my affection:

"I love you Charlotte," I whisper.
And she considers this for a moment.
"I love my daddy," she coos dreamily.

And I remember how much I loved my daddy. And it makes me happy.