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The babies have always stayed close to me, really close. Jorge took them to snuggle on his chest, change a diaper, or hold in the crook off his arm but I was still their primary source of nurture and nutrition. Around the age of one, the parenting worlds start to shift and the guy who was just around making goofy smiles becomes the parent of choice.
We went apple picking last weekend and I watched it happen before me. Lyra sat in his lap eating apples and playing flirty games all day. Her back stiffens and eyes light up when he walks through the door at the end of the day. She makes her way to him with a book in tow insisting that he reads the same page over and over because she keeps turning the pages back. He is thrilled to be coming in to his time, the time when she is now a papa's girl.
Nothing is more charming than a man and his baby. And I watch all the love and chant in my mind, "No more babies, no more babies, no more babies..."
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Oh how wonderful! I, too, am a "Daddy's girl", and 47 years later, 15 years after my Dad has passed on, my love for him still brings tears to my eyes in a way that nothing else every could. My love for my father, and his love for me is the strong bedrock that informs my relationship with myself, and the relationships that I form with other men in my life, including my 11 year old son. How wonderful that this relationship is forming between a man and his daughter. I commend you for documenting this special bond!
Love it!!
I have always thought Jorge would make a great DAD :D
XO
Kelly D >
Love the way you written it off, totally agree with you, its always nice feeling when we see baby playing with a dad.