Seven years ago I was finally introduced to the most important person in my life.
Back then she needed me for absolutely everything, and now she barely needs me for anything. Except that she knows she needs me, which I don’t think will every go away. So that’s lucky.
The love I feel for her can still bring me to tears. I didn’t ever know that was a thing before. That just watching another person live could bring you to tears because you are so deeply connected to them. Even when you hate them you love them. Even when you want them to go away you want to be with them.
I want nothing more than for her to know she is loved and she is protected. That she is smart and strong and full to the brim with possibility.
All of the best parts of me, and all of the best parts of her Daddy, and every bit her own person – more and more every day. She fascinates me. Even when I’m confused or angry, I’m fascinated.
She gives the best hugs.
Seven years ago I met my favourite person in the word, and she is so much my everything. I don’t know what I ever would have done without her.