After Emmy spending all night enamored with her daddy, she finally woke up this morning and was okay with me again. She told me she loved me and we bought snacks for her to take to MeeMee’s today. All must be well in her little world again.
Every day when we get home, I ask “who lives here” as we pull into the driveway and every day she says “Daddy”. I ask “and Mama? And Emmy?” All I get in return is “no, Daddy”. What is it with little girls and their daddies? It’s pretty darn sweet.
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