Oh how Audrey loves her daddy. The swim lessons. The view from his shoulders. The countless books. The howling during her Doggies book. The ABC song. The dancing. The waving good-bye until she can't see him in the drive anymore. The returns home to see her when she squeals and runs around, too excited to stop to say hi for very long. The mommy-doesn't-do-it-that-way-but-it's-fun-if-she-doesn't-see-it things.
Since she was pretty little, he's tossed her over his shoulder and asked, "Where's Audrey"" as he spins around to find her. This has become one of her favorites. She giggles and squeals, and her eyes just light up as her daddy tries to find her. The other day, as he was spinning her around, I saw her holding her finger to her mouth, indicating to not tell him where she's at. She had a grin from ear to ear and loved that he couldn't find her. I just kept wondering when she had gotten so big.
What she really loves is the mornings with her daddy. She knows there's no chance I'll get out of bed much earlier than required (except this morning!). But her daddy, he's her morning guy. Granted, she gets up earlier than either of us would like. She will come to bed with us, and if she does fall back asleep, it's usually on Eric's chest. But, usually, she's bouncing up and down, pointing out our (closed) eyes to us, rolling, twisting, squealing, singing, anything but sleeping. The minute Eric is up and about, she wants out of bed to hang out with him.
We had a great day today which included brunch, a nice Sunday drive, playing, and more playing.
Happy Father's Day to Audrey's daddy. (And your wife loves you enough to even dress your daughter in a Cubs dress for the day!)
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