Daughter of Mine...

Daughter of mine...

How is it that you can be this staggeringly beautiful? How many boys are going to do their best to break your heart? How many will manage it? What happens if you cultivate a personality and soul that matches these blue eyes and blond hair? Who does that attract and who might it scare away? Those things used to scare the pants off of your Dad. How do you look in a mirror and keep one foot grounded while the other floats into the clouds as we hope it might?

My God, your a beautiful little girl. I don't even care how biased and self-congratulatory that sounds. You're perfect, and the thoughts that swirl around that make me dizzy.