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.

Welcome

A little ironic. A late post for someone who came early.

Hello my dear Rachael. Welcome to the world.



She's gonna have some attitude when she grows up. God help the boys 15 years from now.

Uncle Edmund is waiting to see what'll happen then.