Nearly two years later, the change has come. She's turning into the daddy's little girl that I always knew she would be. Even though I thought I might resent him the tinniest bit for taking some of my love. (yes MY love, I carried her for 9 months, I raised her myself for 18 months, MY love) I've found that I absolutely adore that she is finally connecting with her daddy that way.She's just a darling little girl, as precious as a lamb,
She rules our home in many ways that not another can.
She's in and out, and here and there, throughout our busy day,
And many times I stop my work because she wants to play.
She often has a special hug, the sweetest baby kiss,
And when just she and I are there I rate this treasured bliss.
But when her dad arrives at night, you'll find her in a whirl,
She hasn't time for Mother then, because she's Daddy's girl.
It's joy to see her laughing eyes, her happy baby smile,
'Tis then I know that all is well and life is worth the while,
So lovingly he'll pinch her nose or try to steal a curl...
Just anything he does is right because she's Daddy's girl.
I often marvel at the charms that only dads possess,
Although I know within my heart she doesn't love me less.
We tuck her into bed at night, our one and only pearl
And 'cause I love her daddy too, I'm proud she's Daddy's girl
-Anonymous-
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