Daddy’s Girl

We are still in Florida for another few days, and my older daughter is missing her Daddy.

It’s quite sweet.  A few nights ago, she just gave a plaintive, “I miss Daddy,” in a soft voice.  But last night after our evening telephone call home, she literally burst into tears and sobbed completely for several minutes.  Part of it was tiredness, but she is old enough now to have part of her mind focused on present circumstances while another part lingers over memories and other places.  It is a sign of growing up.  

O2 misses her dad, too, but she’s distracted enough not to dwell on it as such.  S4, though, is really and truly her Daddy’s girl.

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