I recently became a father of a beautiful little girl: Johanna Misa Herman.
I haven’t wrote her anything yet, and I’d like to share my first piece with you all.
5lbs. 13oz. You were my little angle
I looked at you and I saw a piece of me.
Your little fingers spread wide open like the wide world you enter moment before.
Then your tiny hand closed around my finger when I put it to your hand.
You didn’t cry. You didn’t scream. You looked about. You looked right at me.
And I knew right then and there
I no longer live for myself.
My dreams. My life. Everything I am and who I was…
It didn’t matter any longer.
Because you were the priority.
You were and are my little princess.
You will always be daddy’s little girl as long as I am still here.