From the moment we knew she was coming, Summer has had her Dad wrapped around her little finger. Will never forget our first ultrasound. We had a great doctor, but her machine was a dinosaur... it didn't catch every heartbeat, which sent Greg's heart racing. We were living in downtown Chicago at the time, not the boondocks or anything, but I don't think the doc's equipment had been updated in a few decades. Greg was so anxious leaving her office... was so afraid something was wrong. The bond and protectiveness he had for his baby was evident from the moment we knew Summer was on her way.
I remember how he got choked up around the dinner table the day we brought her home from the hospital. We sat down and he was praying over dinner, his voice so full of emotion, thanking God for the precious gift He had entrusted us with. I love telling Summer about how when she said "Dada" for the first time, it was in the middle of the night, but I could literally see his smile shining through the darkness. He was so proud.
Had to take a picture of their "special date" to Starbucks today. Sum got all dressed up for the occasion... note the high heels, girly dress, and frilly skirt under the dress. She adores her Dad, and it's pretty obvious she's got him wrapped around her little finger. Man, I could learn a lot from her!