I awoke around 4 in the morning to something poking me in my back. Oh, it’s not what you’re thinking…it was my 8-year-old who wedged herself between me and her father. LOL
I shook my head and adjusted myself so that I could go back to sleep then I noticed something. She had her arm wrapped around her father’s waist (insert tear drop here). In that moment, my frustration with her always disturbing my sleep dissipated and the motherly love kicked in. It warmed my heart to see how my baby girl is so close to her father.
I was, am and will always be a daddy’s girl. I have such wonderful memories of the times I spent with my dad. We spent many late nights watching movies together; holding hands while we walked; him carrying me on his shoulders (y’all know I’m small); going fishing; and most importantly father/daughter talks. My relationship with my dad taught me how to find a good husband. He not only told me what to look for in a man but demonstrated that to me.
I love that my husband has the same relationship with our two girls. They are the apples of his eye. This is the only time I don’t mind coming in 2nd. LOL Isn’t it amazing how our children grab our hearts? Seriously, I absolutely love being a parent. It is an indescribable joy. I’m very thankful to have married a man who loves being a parent as well.
Enough with the mushy stuff and back to the regularly scheduled broadcast. I’m sleepy! I want my bed back! I’m going to kick this little girl out of my bed and the next time I wake up to something poking me in the back; it better be…well…I’ll keep this rated “G” for now.