To the Dads who have been there to hold my little girls hand, to the Dads who have stepped in and been her prince, to the Dad who picks up her up and swing her around, who squeezes his bum into a little chair just to draw on a chalkboard with her, to the Dad who held her tight and threw her giggling into the air, to the Dad who kissed her little hand and knelt down to make it better. To the Dad who is her Angel now, to the Dad who I see so much in her each day and from whom I know that feisty mediterranean nature comes from, to the Dad who swung her over his shoulders and laughed at his little sack of potatoes. To the Dad who taught her to fly a kite and ran giggling with her yesterday and made us popcorn in bed AND lay next to us to watch her favourite movie. To the Dad who sings along with us to the Lorax without fail every single time….
To all of you
My little girl is more blessed than I can convey, to all the men who have stood in and taken part and become so much a part of her world and so much her hero’s – Thank You!