Some daddies were just meant to be daddies to daughters.
My husband is one of them.
A few days ago I heard my husband struggling with the door knob when he arrived home from work. I went to open the door and there he stood with his arms full of flowers. Three long stemmed roses - one for each of his princesses (although Sprinkles is only 2 months old), and a vibrant bouquet of carnations, daisies, and mums for me!
How sweet is that!?!?
My bouquet is sitting prettily near the kitchen sink while the long stemmed roses have found comfortable homes on dressers and bedside tables.
Life is just sweeter with flowers. Thanks "daddy" for taking care of your girls.