4 years, 1 month.
You and I have a special “father and daughter” bond. It’s undeniable.
By nature, I am not a needy person. I don’t “need” people to “like” me to feel good about myself. Otherwise I would be like Michael Scott or Andy Bernard on The Office.
I can accept that the world doesn’t revolve around me.
But I will admit- you have an effortless way of making me feel wanted and needed.
It’s in subtle ways, like when you come home from school everyday, you immediately run to my “office” at the kitchen table and yell “Daddy!” before engaging in a monologue about whatever accidentally hilarious story you have to tell me about school that day.
You make it too easy to love you! Way too easy.