Dad and Daughters
I have two daughters, and they've got my number. They don't know it yet, but they've got me on a string, for sure. I try to be tough on them, Zoey at least, you know, firm. I try to hold her accountable for things. I try to soak her in affection and acceptance. I talk to her. She doesn't know it yet, or maybe she does, but I'm her biggest fan. I want more for her than she might ever imagine for herself, but mostly I want her to be kind, and find purpose and happiness. Until her sister came I thought she was the center of the universe. Now I know that she's not. We're just orbiting around one another.
There are three women in this house...three women, and me. I've never felt so drenched in affection. I have two daughters who think that I'm the best thing since daylight and hugs. They look at me to understand things...men...themselves...how a men and women should look together, how they should be...They watch me...us.
I have two daughters and now I finally understand what it means to be a man.