The first bottle of milk, all 10mls of it, was a better feeling than one could imagine..
The first spoon feed, yes it was messy but it was progress
The first successful finger food experience, the first sign that yes, she could be independent.
The first unaided step, perhaps it was a stumble, but in the eyes of a loving father it was the perfect step.
Those were some of the good times, there were plenty of tough times in between.
The toughest of all though, is something that we all take for granted,
You have a sick tummy, you can say it.
Your head is hurting, you can say it,
Simple words for everyday things.
Its when you are without them that its tough.
If I was told I could have one simple thing, it would be that a father could hear his daughter speak
Thank you for taking the time to read this.
This being my first ever post on a blog I am unsure of exactly what to write.
I have decided that the time is right for me to do something that I have always wanted to do, write a book.
I have visions of my blog being the story of how this book comes together over the next few weeks, months, years or whatever long it takes. Whether or not the actual blog measures up to my vision.. we will wait and see.
I had originally started on the idea of writing an adult crime fiction book and I my thought process was going well, when something that my daughter brought home from art class in school completely changed my plan, I am hoping that this will prove to have been a piece of divine inspiration.. The story will now be dedicated to my soon to be 9 year old daughter and is a children’s adventure story.. bit of a change of course but hopefully thins will run smoothly from here..