I stood by the nursery window, watching the morning light filter through the lace curtains, casting a soft glow around Brittany’s crib. I couldn’t help but smile. This was everything I’d ever wanted.
I felt like the luckiest man alive, looking down at my daughter, so peaceful, so small. She was perfect. My little girl.
For years, I wondered if I’d ever get to this point; being married, becoming a dad, living in a house I helped design. It all seemed like a dream back in college when I first met Nadine.
I still remember the way she caught my eye, sitting on those steps outside the library with her sketchbook. I knew right away she was different, that she was going to be someone special to me.
