I see the word Love and I think of a Father's love.
I think of how a daddy is the first man in a girls life.
I think of an infant girl wrapping her tiny, little hands around her daddy's finger.
how she'll grow and her hand will tuck into his... how he'll be the one to teach her how to ride her bike. put the worm on her hook and take her fishing in grandpa's pond.
be the first to call her his princess. and smile proudly thru the years.
how he'll hold her tight, take his turn soothing the nightmares away in the dark.
how he'll be flabbergasted when it's suddenly a woman in front of him and he's at loss and yet, she's really still his little girl. looking for his love. his reassurance. his pride in her accomplishments. his protection when she feels uncertain or threatened. how she really just wants her daddy's hand and know it's ok cause he loves her.
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