My City Girl
Whenever we go into the city now I protectively “hold” my belly and swat strangers from Sunny’s stroller. Don’t ask me what I think might happen….I suppose that that many people in our personal space at once just brings my protective instincts out. You would think we don’t live in the city, or that I somehow don’t work in the city, or my daughter doesn’t spend one to two days a week moving through the city. I act like I’m visiting from another country- only I don’t gawk at all of the tall buildings or order over priced drinks in Soho.
No. No. Instead we buy over priced cupcakes, prop our child up on a swanky store front window ( we asked security first), and then I stand on the sidewalk with both my arms outstretched against the people who walk by. I bet my arms made it into at least 300 photos yesterday.
Matt wants me to point out that while it “looks like” he has a bald spot emerging, it’s “just the lighting.” Okay. Noted. Since we’re pointing out the obvious today I’d like to say that while I “look like” I’m 39 weeks pregnant I’m actually only 23. You’re right honey that does feel better.
When I see my Sunshine girl and her Daddy together it always makes me smile. They are so similar to one another, afraid of nothing and no one. Matt thinks it’s great when she walks on the streets in the city, when she eats all of the frosting and none of the cake, and when she stands up on the subway. He thinks shes great, she thinks he’s perfect, this might be the best relationship I’ve ever witnessed.
In fact if we are getting ready to go anywhere she will say “You comin’ Daddy’?” And he’ll say “Yes.” And she says “I won’t leave you. I never leave you.”
That’s all I’ve ever wanted, my city girl for life. Should I be more specific? My NEW YORK city girl for life.”
That was such a cute post! Father and daughter relationships are so special . Love it