Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Daddy

Layla Grace is a very lucky girl.
If only I were so lucky (insert wistful sigh here).

She loves her daddy, and he loves her. It makes me love her daddy even more when I see what a wonderful bond the two of them have together.

I love watching them play. I love how he encourages her during "tummy time".
I love how she wakes from her nap, however short it may be, when he comes home from work and hears his voice. She trades her normal kitten cry for a shriller cry that says, "You're home! Come pick me up!"?
I love how he picks her up during those cries each day and asks her loudly, "What IS your major malfunction?!"
And in a sleepy voice at 2am on the monitor I hear, "What...is yer...major.....malfunction?"

(A quote from some army movie. I liked the movie, but I can't remember the title)

I can only imagine what her response will be to him when she's two years old and he has to discipline her. I have a feeling that, in her toddler voice, she'll be quoting that same army movie.
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Quotes



These are the years, the gentle years,the soft and sentimental years
when wee little fingers reach and touch
and little eyes gaze with wonder and trust,
when you love so tenderly and so so much,
these are the gentle years.

These are the years, the rainbow years, the quiet, walk-on-tiptoes years,
the years of laughter and smiles and sighs
when both of you watch with misty eyes the tiny bed
where a cherub lies,
these are the rainbow years.

These are the years, the tender years, the blissful, sweet-surrender years,
when your little treasure from above
is the soul and purpose and center of your plans and dreams and dearest love,
these are the tender years.

- Barbara Burrow
 

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