I see them everywhere. Precious little girls with their doting fathers. I always thought that every man wanted a son. Someone they could teach and mold and show them how to be a man themselves. It wasn't until Gracie that I realized how much daddies love their daughters.
I see the pain on my husband's face every time we come across a little girl and her daddy. Today we went to the beach and a little girl was trying to sneak up on her dad. She laughed and squealed when he caught her and chased her down to the water. I saw hubs bite back tears when it happened.
When I was pregnant with Gracie he would talk to her and tell her about all of the things they were going to do together. She was going to watch sports with him, learn how to bbq and such. When I was put on bedrest he promised her a car of her choosing when she turned 16, even if it meant he'd have to sell his own to buy hers. As things got worse he promised her anything she wanted. He wrote a letter to her after she died and admitted that while he wanted her to be a tomboy he would have gladly played tea party and dress-up with her if it was what she wanted.
As much as I miss my daughter, it breaks my heart even more seeing my husband struggle. I feel like I failed him and I am terrified of failing him again.