It's no secret. I love her. It's a scary, "I have so much to lose" kind of love. Contrariwise (ode to Alice) she is a reason to live, to take care of myself, to demonstrate faith in humanity.
Her grandpa calls her the "happy pill". It's practically impossible to be in her presence and maintain a grumpy attitude. That's just how cool she is.
She's my baby. A person that we made! I still find it difficult to fathom how this is possible. What a miracle. An outrageously beautiful miracle. I love her SO much that I can feel it in my belly, down to my toes.
I just can't get enough! And neither can her daddy...