Fernando went to Mozambique on a church missions trip. Super exciting stuff... and the kids and I had a week to ourselves. We had a ball, actually, but missed Daddy a lot. (Violet kept unpacking his bag before he left... pretty cute). He was worried she would forget him. And instead, when we came around that corner at the airport, she screamed his name and leapt into his arms. That night, for the first time ever, she asked for Daddy at bedtime instead of Mommy. They were inseparable for a week following his arrival.
Either absence makes the heart grow fonder or she's just one very securely attached little girl.
She loves her Daddy.
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