Footed Pajamas

There is something about footed pajamas that just oozes the essence of childhood. Maybe it's the look of cozy cotton prints draped over protruding little bellies. Maybe it's the distant memory of snuggling up with my favorite stuffed animal at bedtime wearing them. Maybe it's because the first thing that comes to mind ISN'T a six foot MAN sporting Ariel from head to toe.

There have been many moments where I just look at Sydney and feel like I've been smacked right in the face with cuteness. Too many to count actually, but many of those moments happen on the nights she doesn't take a bath. I get her dressed for bed and we play on a big comfy blanket and wait for her daddy to come home. Then I watch them play together. She laughs and calls him Dada. She rolls around and grabs his face. He scoops her up high for a thrilling game of airplane.



I wish I could remember moments like these with my father, but I don't. I'll just have to relive them through my daughter. She lights up in her daddy's presence like I used to with mine. I feel so blessed to have found such a worthy man to parent Sydney with. She is one lucky little girl.