The gifts come daily in various forms.
She says “I love you, Daddy” almost as many times as I think about chocolate. She draws hearts incessantly and makes creative things for me like its her profession. Storing them all may soon become mine.
This evening, with my birthday on her mind, she rounded the corner excitedly…
Her – “Daddy, I have a present for you, and it’s coming to you right now.”
She embraced me.
Her – “This is your present.”
Took it in, all that sweet love…
Me – “And it’s my favorite.”
