This afternoon I was sitting at our bar painting a platter. I heard Alan ask Charis if she wanted to go play "doll house." (She has a wooden doll house and the Loving Family dolls and furniture. She has really been playing with them alot again lately)
So I sat and painted and listened to Charis' raspy little voice and Alan's oh-so-lovely high-pitched "doll house" voice as they played together in her room. There's nothin' sweeter than listening to a Daddy play with his little daughter.
2 comments:
What a lovely post. First time visiting but this is a touching tale.
oh so true...nothing nothing sweeter!
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