Flashback Friday

This being my first flashback post, I've decided to go back to what brought me here in the first place. The birth of my first child, my daughter. This picture is her and her daddy when she was one day old. From the very beginning they adored each other. I had a c-section with her, so we had a few extra days in the hospital and he hardly ever left our side. He changed her diapers, gave her her first bath, and even put her in her first outfit. On the rare occasion he was out of the room, the nurses would gush to me about what a daddy my little girl had. And they're still a duo. Everyday when he comes home from work they play. He takes her outside and lets her help him in the garden, or plays soccer with her, or takes her for a bike ride. He's a big guy, 6'1" and broad shouldered with a gruff looking beard. Paul Bunyan in the flesh. But he can shelve all that rugged masculinity and let her put make up one him and paint his toes. The best thing is he has a kind of patience with her that I can never seem to find. Probably because she is so much like me.