They say your children get your best bits, well my girl has inherited her father’s unfeasibly long eyelashes (which are clearly are totally wasted on a man).
And when she smiles I see the emotional young man with a big heart I met back in 1985 reflected in her eyes.
The man who has given me a difficult, demanding daughter I sometimes struggle to understand.
The daughter with a big personality and an iron will.
The daughter with her daddy’s spirit.
And her daddy’s eyes.