My Girl

The first time I meet my god daughter 3 months after she was born. In a sense, I'm almost grateful for the near fatal heart-attack that forced me out of the office.

the first time I'm carrying her, and I am terrified.

I think she's kinda worried about me too.

Much happier in mommy's hands

My sis and I agreed, that when she grows up, she'll open a florist next to her place. I will open a consulting office, for all the broken hearts of those poor boys that get rejected.