What a lucky little girl
Los Angeles, CA
2 children – 1 son (6)
1 daughter (8 weeks)
Today my daughter met her father for the first time. Instantly it was love; as clear as a summer day. With zero fog was the way she recognized his face although she had never seen it before; the way she knew his scent, his warmth, his flow. All that and she’s only 8 weeks old. Her dad has been in Okinawa, Japan for the last six months, waiting with great anticipation for the day (father’s day ironically) that he would see his baby girl, for he had already met her. I could see it in his eyes when I handed her over.
They are napping together right here next to me. Amazing. She is good for him and he for her. And although she stirs, she is sure of this person. No doubt. I am happy for her. Ecstatic at her chances in this life, for this man is going to be there just like he is now - arm over her stretched out baby body, protecting her; her dreams, her mind, her person and wishing he could, when he will be unable to. I am glad she will dream in bright colors because of this love, his face – beautiful and muddy brown –full of calm and gratitude for the life he surprised himself by creating. Congratulations baby. You have done yourself and your family a good turn by wanting to be the best father your mind could conjure up. I see it in her breath, the high and low of her sleeping chest – she’s with you and she believes what you say.