She kicked her legs over and over. The chair bouncing in time. Pausing for a moment, she stretches her arms out, hands seeking her toes. With a squeal of delight she grabs hold.
I watch in wonder at the joy on her face. She smiles wide at me. Reaching up, her arms wide.
Such a small moment. But, it means so much to me. The love I feel for my daughter is all consuming. The love I see in her eyes, when she looks at me, is more than I ever felt worthy of.