Jealous? A little. But really, how lucky am I? These two A.D.O.R.E. each other and I could not be more pleased.
She will do anything for this man, even if it means flipping her mama the bird (I am sure this will not be the last time this happens).
He asks her what a cow says? “Mooooo” she says in her tiny, charming voice. Can I have a smile? She flashes that crooked tooth grin without hesitation. He asks her to say mama? “dada” she replies as she bats her big, beautiful eyes. Can dada have a smooch? She goes in for the kill EVERY time.
Am I in heaven? Absolutely! Each time she runs to greet him at the door, my heart melts a little. I am familiar with the mantra of a “daddy’s girl” and my sweet baby fits the bill… hook, line and sinker.
What did we do on this blessed day? We definitely did some celebrating.
Some grubbing… the dada, the mama, the baby and some grossly large catfish.
Finished off with some awesome music and a little sweet slow dancin’.
So happy father’s day my love (sorry for the late shout out)! You are the greatest father… which makes me love you to the moon and back!
XOXO,
Mama T
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