He looks down at her, she looks up at him.
From that first moment, a bond is formed.
Her entire hand, wrapped around his finger.

She is his reason for living.
One little monster, and one human jungle gym.
He is the defender of evil and boogey monsters.
She is reason for too many sleepless nights.
Super hero in her eyes, and angel in his.
Dolls, dresses, and ponytails become his world.
Teaching her right from wrong, they won’t always see eye to eye.
Twisted around her little finger, and his entire world.

It’s just a dad and his daughter.
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Love it!!! Hope my husband feels the same…I think he does. I still feel the same towards my dad…31 years later
I don’t think you need to worry :p
The feeling only grows as time passes!
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