My Daughter, when I Look at you and I do not see the passage of time.
I see my little girl playing, dress up, running through the yeard, playing on a swing.
I will try and respect the fact that you are older now and that the decisions you will make are your own, but you must understand that to me, you will always be my little girl.
I may not be able to carry you in my arms anymore, but I will always carry you in my heart.
Never grow a wishbone, daughter, where your backbone ought to be.
When I come home, my daughter will run to the door and give me a big hug, and everything that’s happened that day just melts away.
Certain is it that there is no kind of affection so purely angelic as of a father to a daughter.
In love to our wives there is desire; to our sons, ambition; but to our daughters, there is something which there are no words to express
A daughter may outgrow your lap, but she will never outgrow your heart.
A daughter is a bundle of firsts that excite and delight, giggles that come from deep inside and are always contagious, everything wonderful and precious and your love for her knows no bounds.
Absolutely, I don’t believe in rules. As I tell my daughter when she is mischievous, well-behaved women rarely make history.
I hope that my daughter grows up empowered and doesn’t define herself by the way she looks but by qualities that make her a intelligent, strong and responsible woman.
I was given such a great gift. It’s a miracle that never stops amazing me and reminding me to give thanks everyday.
Having a wife and daughter gives me a lot more purpose. I was much more selfish before, but now I think about what kind of role model I’ll be. I just want to be a better man.