There is something about having a daughter that makes a grown man very weak. I don’t know why it is, but it’s the truth. When I think about the times that I get to sit and cuddle with Joss, and read books and its just her and I, I can’t help but tear up. Not fair I tell you!
Even when she tries to tell jokes I tear up, not because the jokes are that bad, but because my baby girl is growing up, and developing a sense of humor. Craziness.
When she started pedaling her bike (Still on training wheels) I started to tear up. Not fair.
Daughters. They’re the best!