A Daddy-Daughter Moment
I come home after you and your brother are in bed. It’s been a long day filled with long meetings and I climb the stairs, thinking that both of you will be awake and I can get some goodnight kisses in before it’s too late.
I enter the room, slightly illuminated and my eyes adjust to find your brother sound asleep. I glance over at your bed and and I see your eyes peeking out from under your Princess Blanket. I creep over and you excitedly remove your arms from your cocoon and reach them out for a hug. I kneel down and you wrap your little arms around my neck and squeeze harder than a 4 year old girl should be able to squeeze. I bury my nose into your cheek and kiss your cheek as you continue to squeeze. You finally release me and we whisper to each other sweet nothings as we give each other butterfly kisses on our nose, cheeks and ears – our own little ritual of late.
As I gaze into your eyes, my heart fills with love and I am so blessed that I get to be your Daddy. It is at this moment that you begin to speak. Not wanting to miss this touching moment, I lean closer, eager to hear what this precious moment means to you. Just the two of us. Daddy and Swee’Pea.
I lean closer and hear you whisper in my ear…
“Daddy. I’m thirsty. Can I have some water?”
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I love those moments, though mine usually end with, “Mum? I have to pee.”
Comment by ClumberKim — December 11, 2009 @ 7:06 am
I remember doing butterfly kisses with my kiddos when they were little….
Comment by Grace — December 11, 2009 @ 7:08 am
I love those moments, although mine usually end the same way. Still very precious.
Comment by Rose — December 11, 2009 @ 7:38 am
So, did she get the water?
Comment by Deanna — December 11, 2009 @ 1:42 pm
Apparently all of your parent bloggers are trying to make me cry today. My uterus is all achey already, I don’t need the help!
Comment by Kellee — December 11, 2009 @ 2:16 pm
Nothing better than that wrapped up in a hug feeling, with those small arms that have sooo much power in them, in more than one way.
Comment by pixielation — December 12, 2009 @ 4:32 am
I don’t know how I can cry and then laugh out loud in the span of a minute! Great story and completely real. At the very least they keep us humble.
Comment by Allyson/HBMomof2 — December 15, 2009 @ 12:10 am
That is so cute!! Something similar happened to me when DD was 5. She came out of her room…”Mom, when I was in bed I was thinking of you.” (big round eyes making my heart all weak)……Me: “Oh, how sweet is that…What were you thinking?” DD: “I was thinking, ‘Can you quiet down, I am trying to sleep?’” Mommy buzz kill.
Comment by stacey ross — January 29, 2010 @ 5:55 am