Lovin' my "Daddy's Little Girl"

I love my dad to death....but I was never what I would call "A Daddy's Girl"....The first time I realized Sydney was going to be a Daddy's Girl, honestly, was bitter sweet....it means a few things for me: She wants to ride with Daddy, she wants daddy to make dinner, she wants daddy to brush her teeth, she wants daddy to take her to the park - but it also means, statistically speaking, she will have a very healthy relationship with boys and men....WHICH I LOVE!

Today we got to school early and while waiting until it was time to go in I decided we needed to clean out the car - we picked up bowls that used to have snacks in them, sippy cups, pacifiers, water bottles and....art project after art project after...art....pro...ject. One piece of paper in particular, I picked up and noticed immediately how beautifully it was folded. "Sydney what's this?" I said as I unfolded it, "a picture I colored for Daddy then made into an envelope"....it was fabulous. She had strategically picked out every color used on this gorgeous landscape. There were trees and flowers, a sunshine, a house with a tire swing and a daddy pushing his little girl. There was a dog to the side and she had painstakingly printed her full name in her best 4 year old penmanship. "Wow Syd....this is beautiful" "Don't wrinkle it mommy - I made it special for daddy". I beamed with pride at my precious little girl in all her glowing love for daddy. We continued straightening the van and deciding what else could be tossed and saved when I found a blank purple sheet of construction paper...haphazardly folded with a corner torn out of it. "I guess this is trash Syd?" you have to ask her or you never what masterpiece you are throwing away. "Well Mommy - that's the picture I made for you, but I didn't finish it"....I looked a little closer at it - maybe she had drawn on it with pencil and I couldn't see it...no....I flipped it over searching for my mommy masterpiece...not there...."Sydney it doesn't look like you started on it"....."Well I didn't because I had to make daddy's perfect and then it was time to clean up. I was going to come home and finish it, but......I guess you can throw it away".......Whoa! There you have it....at this moment....probably until puberty - Daddy is number 1.....and you know what? I wouldn't have it any other way.........