Our trip to Arkansas early this month, although made for sad reasons, afforded us precious days to soak up our sweet girl all by herself. And she was in her element, basking in the attention, regaling us with her chattering commentary, and bestowing liberal snuggles.

One afternoon her daddy had gone in to wake her up from her nap (her first time sleeping in a big girl bed, so she was protected by an embankment of pillows). I heard happy giggling and tiptoed to the door, where I caught this moment:

Just a girl and her dad, having a comfortable chat. She thinks he is wonderful. I’m confident the feeling is mutual.