On 1/11, at 11:59 pm, my daughter, Hannah, was born. She is our second child, only girl, and every bit my princess. I always wanted a daughter; I dreamed of raising my own princess since I, first, knew I wanted children. Do not mistake me, I love my son more than the masters of poetry could ever declare, but there is something special between a father and daughter. It is hard to put a finger on it, but like an unseen wind, it is felt.
I caught my princess, when she was born. With blood smeared hands, I felt her fragile body inhale and exhale her first breath. True, I loved her before I met her, but in my hands electricity passed between us. The very spirit of God knitting us together, forever. Hannah, and I fell in love instantly; I knew then-and-there, I would give all of me, for as long as I live, without hesitation, to her happiness.
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Like I mentioned, something special passes between a father and daughter that stretches beyond cliche, beyond affection, beyond reason. Perhaps, special might be a word overtaxed, but is not all exhausted language proof mankind cannot, always, match the right words with our deepest feelings; is it not proof some feelings like the love shared between parents and their children, are ineffable? I believe it so.
Emily(my wife), and I ask for prayers and good vibes as we adjust to another child.
This post serves two purposes: One, to show off my beautiful daughter and our happy little family. Two, to inform you that school begins, again, Monday. Excited! Yes, I am busy, but I am happy. Sorry there are no writing tips or book reviews this weekend, but, hopefully, you understand. God bless you all.
P.S. Nathaniel (our son), loves his little sister and has not stopped giving her kisses. Tonight, after dinner, he tried to comfort her crying by giving her one of his stuffed animals. He is so sweet! I am one lucky daddy.
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