Sunday, June 10, 2012

One Blessed Daddy


It was date night. Me. My oldest girl. Dinner. And a movie. And we were pumped.

I mean seriously - it doesn't get much better than dinner conversation with a wacko 4 year old and a long awaited showing of "Polka Dot, Polka Dot, Polka Dot Afro!" (as Meron thought the movie was called).


I wanna spoil her. Open doors for her. Treat her like a lady. Talk to her. Listen to her. Respect her and appreciate her. Show her how it's done so in the end - when she's out in the real world she'll accept nothing less. Nothing short of what she deserves.

I go in to these date nights with all those intentions. And I pray like crazy that they stick...


But in the end - I think I am the one reaping all the benefits.

Trust me... it's not lost on me. I am one stupid-blessed daddy.

1 comment:

NaCole said...

My goodness...she is looking like such a big girl! So grown up!