perfect

i'm not ashamed to admit that there are times in which my daughters and i battle, ignore, irritate or simply annoy each other. three women under one roof. c'mon...it's gonna happen. and honestly...working through those moments, maddening as they may be at the time, actually brings us closer together. our dynamic with one another seems to be built on shared mistakes, learning and growing with each misstep. they know i'm not perfect and in turn, i would never expect perfection from them.

somehow with daddy it's different. at one point in time, i am slightly ashamed to admit, i actually felt envious of the special bond shared between my daughters and their daddy...the obvious adoration and desire to gain his attention and approval, hoping to appear perfect in his eyes. i'm eternally grateful that i have found a man who so carefully caresses his daughter's emotions, strengthening their self-esteem and ensuring their success in the world as women capable of standing on their own one day. reminding them that they are perfect just because they are his girls.

and what's more perfect than that?