Daddy love.

E has historically been quite the mama's girl, usually picking me over her daddy for most day-to-day occurrences - riding in the car, reading books at night, etc. Not sure why, really - that's just the way it's always been.

But these past few weeks, she's been noticeably a little more attached to her daddy and atypically preferring him over me in many situations. Which - to be honest - though it's been a little surprising, it's actually a little refreshing to see her bond with him become more evident.

She even broke down and cried one morning when she realized upon waking that her daddy had already left for work. Big crocodile tears because she missed her daddy. While one part of my heart broke, the other part swelled - I love that she's identifying the immense weight he carries in her life.

So, imagine my surprise when she walks up to a statue at a restaurant tonight that looked like this, and exclaimed: "Mama, I love him! He looks like my daddy!"

 

And, after remembering the photo of him that I snapped on my phone a week ago - one that makes her laugh out loud every time she sees it, I can almost see the resemblance...

Either way, though, I gotta say I'm lovin' this new-found love for daddy. I love him too, so it's just one more thing that she and I get to agree on. ;)