The little angel opened her eyes, squinting them quickly from the daylight and curling up her limbs just to stretch them out and yawn.
Her wake-up routine was always the same and it was as adorable as could be, melting her Daddy’s heart each time.
“Good morning, Princess,” she her the timbre of her Daddy’s voice say – melting her heart right back and starting her day off the right way with a fluttering of tummyflies.
“Good morning, Daddy,” she whispered in a small voice as she turned from her tummy onto her back.
Her heart started racing at the first sight of him that day. And her little heart never seemed to diminish the effect of first sight – whether it was of love or love for a lifetime.
“Did you sleep well?” he said, leaning in and kissing her forehead.
“Mm-hmm,” she mumbled quietly, thinking back on the vision of her mind in the past few hours.
Memories of her time with him were especially endearing. Though they didn’t get much time to see each other and though they often went several weeks without being able to be with each other, the time they did have was the stuff that dreams were made of. Particularly, the stuff that her dreams were made of.
She would tell him of her dreams and then together, they would make her dreams come true.
“Daddy, I had the most wonderful dream last night …” she began as he unfastened her diaper tapes.
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