A Sunday Afternoon

I love to watch her sleep.

Gone is the usual chatter, the excited giggles, and the inviting smile.  Gone are the constant questions, the boundless energy, and the bubbly personality.

At rest. . . she is peaceful. 

On Sunday afternoon she fought the nap.  It was a rare afternoon when even Charlie succumbed to the exhaustion of what had been a nonstop couple of days.  She is strong, though, and insisted that a nap was unnecessary. She fights it and bargains her way from the bedroom to the most special of spots. 

She slides in next to him and rests in the comfort of his shoulder.  She lays her delicate head on his strong shoulder and nestles in the space beside him.  She looks so small next to him and she gets lost in his size. She tosses and turns for a time and fights the sleep that we know she needs.  It doesn’t take long before her heavy eyes disappear behind her lids and her face relaxes in peace. 

And for a moment I stare in awe of these two people who I call my own.  Father and Daughter. . .a bond so deep and complex that words fall short. I allow myself to imagine, just for a moment, what it will be like when she’s 8 or 13 or 17 or 32 and wonder what it will be like then.  I stop myself, though, and I simply watch and well up with thankfulness that they have each other.  As I stare at the rise and fall of her chest I know that she’s been given one of the greatest gifts of all time in this man that adores her.  She doesn’t know it yet, but I know that his role in her life is invaluable. 

Moments like these?  They mean something.  They mean something big. It is because of moments like these that she will understand what it means to be loved.  She will know what it feels like to be adored.  She will not settle for less than what she deserves. . . to be cherished. 

And that, my friends, brings me peace.

“Certain is it that there is no kind of affection so purely angelic as of a father to a daughter. In love to our wives there is desire; to our sons, ambition; but to our daughters there is something which there are no words to express.”

  Joseph Addison

  • Sassytimes - March 8, 2011 - 9:57 pm

    Awe, I LOVE the Daddy/daughter bond. It's so sweet.

    I slept with S last night and I was up half the night just staring at her. She's so peaceful and innocent. I was trying my hardest to soak it all in and memorize every detail about her face.ReplyCancel

  • Adopted Aunt - March 9, 2011 - 1:34 am

    She is loved by her daddy and that is sooooo important!!!!!! But then you are loved by him too and so is that character Charlie of yours!!! And they are all blessed and loved by you their mom!!!!!!! Plus they have friends and family who love them. Guess we were a little rough on them on Sat:)

    So Sweet. Needs to be framed:)ReplyCancel

  • Ky • twopretzels.com - March 9, 2011 - 2:31 am


    It never fails… I'm crying.

    Maybe it's because I lost my Dad when I was 10, but these photos… Oh, these photos. They are precious and wonderful.

    I love Daddies and their daughters. Oh, how I love it.

    Thank you for sharing.

    And that quote? Perfect.ReplyCancel

  • Abbe - March 9, 2011 - 4:36 am

    so, so beautiful — the post and the photos. made me tear up and wish that my own dad was near enough to hug!ReplyCancel

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