Yessir. It is quite an amazing thing to see the effect she has on her brothers. The poor thing will barely survive because, what with all the kisses, her access to oxygen is almost constantly restricted. The boys have all turned to mush, and after all I have done to make them tough. Dear me, my oldest flew in and became so smitten I thought he would talk nothing else.
Of course the child is lovely, indeed the loveliest thing I think I have ever seen, save for my glorious wife. And the softness, and that special smell they have makes me dizzy. There's no sense lying about it. But we should be able to talk other things.
I think it acceptable and even quite normal that she is on my mind every waking moment. And of course I dream about her. I have prayed for years to have a daughter, while I am still fairly young. And here she is! I have this dream of taking her places, just she and I; and now, Lord willing, that will happen. But despite all this I, unlike my sons, can talk about other things.
You really ought to see her though. She is pure joy in flesh. Pure joy. There is a certain indescribable something about a little girl that is intoxicating. Well of course, this attribute does not disappear from ladies merely because they grow older. But now having two ladies, my wife and daughter, both radiating this "thing" about them throughout our home is extraordinary. Ladies do make a home, don't they? Is there anything better than they? Anything? I think not.
I try to show my sons how to enjoy their sister while maintaining balance. |
