Daddy's little girl
Today I held Hannah in my arms for hours. She wasn't fussy, or crying, I just held her. She still doesn't do much, but her gaze and occasional smile are enough to melt my heart. If this blog thing works, and I look upon it years from now, I hope I stumble upon this entry. Today was the day I truly felt like a Daddy. I wasn't feeding her, changing her diaper, or trying to make her stop crying. I wanted to hold her, and she just stared back at me. I didn't want to let her go, so I held her until she fell asleep, then I held her some more. Right now in my life, I shoot a lot of wedding videos, and have seen many fathers walk their daughters down the isle to give them away. I think I can wait a little bit.