When I was little, I thought my Dad could do anything. I remember holding his hand and feeling so safe, confident that no harm could come to me when I was with him. And I still know that Dad will always look after me.
And I love that Abbey feels the same way about her own Dad.
She and Steve have a special relationship - they're so similar, it's like seeing the same person in different sizes. Both have an odd combination of being extremely easygoing and yet very, very determined. Both love the same foods, and would eat an entire shop full of fruit and litres upon litres of milk in one sitting. Both are adventurous and love life.
And both love nothing more than making people laugh. Abbey will ask, "Am I funny?" and thinks a positive answer is the biggest compliment there is. Just like her Dad.
Our little munchkin is certain that her Daddy can fix anything. She'll tear a piece of paper and say, "It's okay, Daddy will fix it." And I don't want to correct her, I don't want her learn that he can't fix everything. Not yet.
When I see the two of them together, my heart almost bursts. These two make my life amazing.
How lucky am I?