CREATION OF LIFE: it takes nine months, and you'd expect, well more like prayer, that they'd look an ounce like you. But, in my case, that's not what happened.
Our daughter was the spitting image of Lucas. With her smile and personality, at the ripe age of two, there was no doubt that she was her daddy's daughter.
Since the day she was born, her eyes were set on him. I'd imagine she'd be Mama's girl. I was wrong; she was attached to him at the hip. And vice versa, he felt the obligation to be her protector; he would never let anything or anyone harm her.