Tessa (1-844-332-2639) ext. 445
When I was younger, I always knew, I don’t even know how I knew, but I knew that I was daddy’s girl. He only took me to certain places, and did certain fun activities with me; no one else. He would come home from a hard day’s work, and bring me a cupcake, and he always knew what flavor was my favorite; strawberry cupcake with chocolate frosting. Yum.
Sometimes he would sit me on his lap, and put his arms around me with such warmth, bouncing me up and down on his knee… like I said I was his favorite. He didn’t do this with anyone else.
Fast forward to now, and guess what? I’m still daddy’s favorite. The other day he came over to say hi. We had lunch. I thought it would be fun to take a trip down memory lane, both of us, so I wore a super cute short skirt outfit, some stockings, and Mary Jane shoes. The look in his eyes when I answered the door was priceless. It was like I was young Tessa all over again. I looked up at him, and could just tell how happy and excited he was.