Her Daddy wore his heart on his sleeve. And he couldn’t have been happier to do the laundry.
Her Daddy often told her how much he loved the many ways she wore her hair, each dependent on how she felt that day. He told her how being her Daddy wasn’t just a responsibility, but was also his greatest passion – one that would never wear thin.
She wore many things, from little black dresses to skirts and heels to nothing but her diaper and so much more. Some things she wore for him. Other things she wore for herself. Still other things she wore for both of them.
But of all the things she wore, the one that her Daddy said was the most beautiful was her smile. And she had a habit of wearing it well.
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