“There’s a place for everything and everything should be in its place.”
He had lost track of how many times his BabyGirl had said that too him.
She preached that simple, adorable belief and she lived by it, too.
From the stuffed animals in her crib to the bedtime story and coloring books on her little bookshelf to the the icons on her computer’s desktop to the clothing in her drawers, she was Little Miss Organized.
Sitting on her night time diaper and prepping her hair for bedtime, she tottered about, making certain each hair found it’s way into the ponytail she was putting it into.
Standing at the kitchen entrance, holding her night time bottle and blanket, her Daddy smiled at the adorable sight of her “getting ready”. His thought was simple, too. She was right. There is a place for everything.
And her place was in his heart.
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