Her tiny fingers wrapped in his big, dark palm and
the beginnings of dark curls and jade green eyes show
she's peaceful, content and at 47 minutes, 6 seconds,
with puckered lips she is already daddy's little girl.

Sandcastles, snow cones, olive skin and long legs come alive in
bodies full of belly laughs and funny faces.
It's summertime on the ocean for daddy and daughter.


She's sixteen with a stubborn streak, blue raspberry hair and tattoos.
Neither her first boyfriend or her first car last long because
she's a rebel, dances to the beat of her own drum and
she's just like him.

Red roses and a white dress on the beach at sunset welcome
family and close friends who come to watch a wedding,
and a dance. She'll always be daddy's little girl.