Little feet tap across the floor above my head, the perfect sound of toddler toes rushing towards a goal.
Squeals of delight and excitement bounce off of the walls and float down the stairs tempting me to join. To run up the stairs and take part in the peek-a-boos, the horsey rides, and hide-and-seek.
But I’m not invited to this party.
I long to be present at these gatherings, to have the giggles come racing towards me, hands wide open, leaping into my outstretched arms.
But this is an invite only event. This is a daddy and daughter party.
She calls for him to play, to go outside, to cuddle; her desire to be with him and just like him filling my heart and making me yearn for the same admiration.
This is a special club.
Secrets whispered, forts built, projects planned together, all setting the foundation for a trusting, open, fun relationship.
A relationship that has to be just between them.