She leaves post-it notes with important messages (such as the best part of her day, or how delicious her dinner was) on his nightstand regularly.
She insists I deliver a message & makes me pinkie promise that I won't forget, at least three times a week.
She sits in his chair when he's not around, and curls up in his spot on the bed when she's having a rough day.
She finds genuine joy & unstoppable giddiness in surprising him or finding the perfect gift.
When things go well, and she has an awesome day, he is one of the first people she thinks of.
When she works her butt off to succeed at school or a project she's working on, she knows he will be over the moon.
She worries about ever disappointing him.
She sends him "I love you" text messages even when she know he will be home in minutes. (Heck, she's even been known to send him text messages while sitting in the same car)
She takes his advice to heart no matter how much she may hate hearing it at the time.
She makes him laugh harder than anyone can.
She makes him weak in the knees.
His heart swells with pride at every move she makes.
She makes him work hard.
She makes him love life.
She loves him unconditionally, and he does more than the same.
She waits up late on the weekends cause she knows being tired in the morning is worth a hug & kiss goodnight.
They are like the same person, separated by 21 years.
She is my daughter, and he is her father.
He is incredibly tough on her. He pushes her to her limits & far beyond at times. He wants nothing but the best for her. He'd give a limb, he'd give the shirt off his back, he'd give his life for that girl.
I will never get tired of watching them. I will forever get that knot in my throat as I see them talk, and laugh, and love each other. I will forever smile listening to her ramble on and on about her dad. I am so very (very, very) grateful that they get each other. They have a bond that is fascinating to watch, and I am lucky beyond all the stars in the sky to be smack dab in the middle of it.