My daughter is a gift of which I couldn’t have dreamt.
When my daughter was born I was pretty sure that I was out of my depth. When the obstetrician said, “She’s a girl,” I thought two things: “Yay!” and “Oh crap!” I didn’t know anything about girls. Sure, I had two sisters, but my job as the older brother was to make their lives miserable and scare off boys I didn’t like. But raising a daughter? Yeesh.
Over the past nine years I’ve had the joy and pain of raising my daughter. I love her more than my own life and I can’t wait to watch as she grows into a woman (although I secretly hope she stops growing up and stays my little girl). Honestly, I think I’m more terrified now than I was nine years ago when she was born.
Pentax K20D; Sigma 70-210mm; f11; ISO 100; 1/640 sec.