A daughter’s father — Buddymantra

There she was, her hands much smaller than my little finger, her legs not even of my half arm and her face the softest thing I could ever get to touch. The first time I held her in my arms I feel like I got everything I could ever ask for. Yes she is my…

via A daughter’s father — Buddymantra

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