Thursday, January 3, 2013

A prince and his princess

A few nights ago, my husband was working on setting up our new printer. Like many me, he was engrossed in his task and not really noticing the fact that Caroline was trying to get his attention. Finally, I snapped, "can you pay attention to her already?" He stopped what he was doing and looked at her.

"Daddy, you are my prince. Can you dance with me?"

And because who could resist an invitation like that, he did.



And I melted right there, into a giant puddle of mush. Every time I look at this picture, I melt again. I am goo right now.

This moment is what it is all about. This is why I wake up every morning. I just melted again. He is my prince too.

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