![]() ![]() The woman who had given life to our children hadn’t been able to love anyone. Our little girl had lived the first seven years of her life without the love of a mother. “You nailed that, Daisy, baby,” Trisha cheered, and Daisy May instantly lit up. And she knew damn well we all adored her. She was the most incredible woman in the world if you asked me. She was the best mother in the world if you asked Daisy May, Brent, or Jimmy. I had been entranced by the teenager who wouldn’t give me the time of day, and completely captivated by the woman she had become. Daisy May had become my little girl a few years ago, but Trisha had been my girl for much longer. ![]() That smile was the other one that owned me. ![]() Trisha stepped out the back door, smiling at me, with two glasses of lemonade in her hands. ![]() Only one other smile moved me as much as Daisy May’s. The past two and a half years of being my little girl’s daddy had been some of the best years of my life. But every time she beamed at me and said, “Daddy, watch this!” I couldn’t think of anything else I’d rather watch. My baby girl was a little gymnast, and with that came a lot of practices. She ran and began doing cartwheels across the backyard before flipping backward into what I now knew was called a back handspring. As if she didn’t already have my complete attention. “Daddy, watch this!” Daisy May exclaimed excitedly. ![]()
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |