My daughter tugged on my shirt hem as I was washing the dishes the other day. I peered down and saw her big brown eyes looking up at me. She seemed so interested.

"Daddy?", she asks. 
"What it is, sweets?"

She jestered for me to bend down so that she could whisper something into my ear. And I did. She placed her tiny hand on my left cheek and cooed ( Read more... )

When I grow up I'll have everything ( Read more... )

As of 07.20.07

Grown up