When I think of Valentines Day, I think of my Dad.  When I was a teenager my Dad starting buying me a heart shaped box of candy for Valentines day and he has done so every year since. Dad and I  

My Dad was my first love, he was the first to comfort me when I was sad, the first tell me that I was pretty, the first to hold my hand and guide me on my way.

One of the best things about having a daughter, is being reminded daily of how important that first love is. 

There is nothing more wonderful as a mother and as a wife, then seeing the love between my husband and my daughter.

Love

“Ordinary father-daughter love had a charge to it that generally was both permitted and indulged. There was just something so beautiful about the big father complementing the tiny girl. Bigness and tininess together at last – yet the bigness would never hurt the tininess! It respected it. In a world in which big always crushes tiny, you wanted to cry at the beauty of big being kind of and worshipful of and being humbled by tiny. You couldn’t help but think of your own father as you saw your little girl with hers.”
― Meg Wolitzer, The Interestings

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