Judging by Claire's reaction, you would have thought she was a
thirteen year girl and Justin Bieber himself had walked through the
front door tonight. We had squeals, a smile that practically split her
face in two, flailing arms, rocking forward and back, the whole bit. She saw her papa and could
barely contain herself. The "Hold-me" arms (as I so lovingly refer to
them) went up and stayed up. It was really precious. Neither Kevin or I
have ever seen her get that excited to see somebody. And when he walked
passed her to try to use the restroom
instead of picking her up?
Oh no, baby girl wasn't having it. She wanted her papa and she wanted
him NOW. What baby wants, baby gets. So they loved on each other and
neither broke their smile. Nothing makes me happier than to see my husband love on his baby.
A father and his daughter.
Now, that's a special bond right there.
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