A proud little girl and her happy father
Yesterday we enjoyed a lazy Sunday around the neighborhood, playing on bikes, in parks, and around the house. Nieve found a patch of small flowers in the front yard, sat amongst them, and started picking. Mom and I loved watching her busily going about flower inspection and plucking.
When she had finished her work, she walked over, handed me the flowers, and said, "Daddy, I picked this bouquet for you."
She was sincere, sweet, and after seeing our reaction to her words, proud of herself. Sometimes it's these short moments of simple kindness that I treasure most about parenthood.