My dear baby girl, my precious daughter, I have a request for you. Please, don’t ever, EVER change on me.
Oh I know it’s inevitable and you’re going to grow up. But that’s not what I mean. You did something today that just made me realize how beautiful you are, how blessed I am, and how wonderful God is. It’s the kind of thing that a father takes note of and files in his brain in the “cherish” department. It was just a moment between us. No one else was around. It speaks of your personality in all its glory. It speaks, I guess, a little about how we’re raising you.
But most of all, it speaks of that tender and private bond that a daddy shares with his little girl.
Private, that is, until I blog about it. Oh well. Sue me.
What’d you do?
I was in the middle of watching the Superbowl. You were not.
You had gone into my bedroom to watch a movie. At least that’s what I thought you were doing.
Getting up for a quick bathroom break, I stumbled into my bedroom to see the most adorable thing.
You, dear one, were sitting on my bed, fully be-decked in a princess dress, sprawled across the foot of the bed, crayons in hand, scribbling on a piece of paper.
You looked up as if to see who was interrupting your artistic endeavor.
I glanced at you to realize that you had so much make-up on your face you looked like a raccoon.
And then… we both burst out laughing.
I think in that moment we just knew that something funny and special was taking place. You see, sweetheart, you aren’t very good at applying make up. Then again, you’re only six. I give you lots of credit for trying though. However, Daddy thinks you’re beautiful and don’t need make up. But I have no problem with it. If you could only have seen your face. I guess you didn’t have to since you saw mine and my reaction.
The drawing? You were making a card for your teacher. It was beautiful, like you. It was also thoughtful. She hadn’t been your teacher until after Christmas and you wanted to make sure she got a Christmas card so you had drawn a tree. You asked me to write the lyrics to “O Tannenbaum” on the back, which I did.
And then I gave the prettiest little girl in the world a big kiss. Fortunately, your make up didn’t smear.
I hope when you get older you’re just as thoughtful, just as sweet, just as beautiful, and just as funny.
Sweetheart, don’t ever change. Daddy loves you just the way you are.