Another Love Thursday

A love between a daughter and her father can be really amazing.

I can definitely tell that Bea loves each of us the same, but in different ways. Last night it was all about being with daddy. She awoke a few times last night, and one time, she was sitting in front of her dresser saying "Daddy" over and over again. I think it might have been about thirty times or so. Sometimes said sadly, sometimes said normally. When I went to go in and get her, she kept saying it to me. I know she wanted him, but he wasn't feeling well and had already gotten her once. I did get her back to sleep, but I know she wanted him and wished that I could have just been him for those few minutes.

And again, this morning she kept asking about him, from the time she got up to the time we left the house. The roles we play as parents are sacred...we are the ones depended on by those who are not yet independent themselves. They look up to us in their own way. It's not that she wanted anything from him, just that she wanted to be with him. And for the last 12 hours, Bea has shown her father just how much she loves him.