No, I'm not talking about the U2 song although it is one of my favorites that brings back some fabulous memories of my study abroad in London (right when the song came out).
No, I'm talking about dads and daughters.
The other night after bath time I asked Nate if he wanted to brush teeth or hair. I knew the answer before I asked the question - hair. He loves brushing the girls' hair.
As I brushed London's teeth and looked over to see him brushing Savy's hair, it struck me how soft and careful he is and how he could do it forever if I didn't keep things moving. It's just sweet to see a manly man who hunts, fishes, rebuilds guns, etc. to soften up and be so sweet and tender with his little girls. I love watching him brush their hair.
Besides, I'm sure they prefer it over me because I'm not quite that tender and soft . . .