Daddy's little girls

Each of our girls just adore me when they are little. Chris and I would often play a little back and forth game wtih the girls "come to me....no come to me....no I want you....no me!" But their cute little legs would always carry them in to my arms and we would look at Dad with a "girls gotta stick together" look as he feigned tears. They want me when they are sad or hurt or just needed a hug and I give it out in bushels but I have learned that it all changes. I am not sure exactly what the age is but there comes a point when Dad is everything. Quite often I catch my girls feeling bad about all the attention lavished on their Dad and they give me a little charity "Oh Mom, we love you too" but I want them to always remember that I am happiest when I see them loving him. I married him becasue I knew that he would be a great Dad. I married him because I knew that I could always rely on him to walk a steady path for them to follow and I picked him because I know that a large part of girl's self esteem and foundation comes from that one key relationship. I want them to know that there is a man that loves them sooooo deeply that they will feel no need to search aimlessly for male attention that can often be selfish and destructive. When I see their faces light up when he is proud, when I see them run into our room in the morning to wake him and scratch his back and treat him like a king, when I see that they are complete and happy when he is home, I am complete and happy. Girls, my time will come....when you become young mothers and wives and begin moving into independance I know I will become invaluable. My words and hugs and tears will help guide you, until then keep cherishing this amazing man who you are so lucky to call Dad.