This picture was delivered to my e-mail last week as these two headed to the Daddy Daughter Valentine Dance (held at someone’s spacious home). I love that our daddies and daughters still like to dress up for each other. That relationship is so important, so necessary for healthy maturity.
Of course the picture sent me to my archives for matches. I can’t help myself.
Not the best quality, but this picture still captures the adoration young Quinn had for her daddy and he for her.
I can actually remember when someone snapped this picture of me with my daddy. I was not the apple of his eye, though dearly loved. He was a distracted dad, had a high mission in life, left the parenting mostly to my mother. Times have changed this, at least in our culture, and that’s a very good thing.