“Of course,” I say as he bends close, and I can see the lines around his eyes as he gently, so gently takes my daughter into his palms, dwarfing her even more as he cradles her in his forearm, lifting her close for his perusal. “Her father’s eyes,” he whispers, “everything else is you.” His eyes shine with affection as he stares down at her. “She’s so perfect, Pup. So
