Mission Hills, CA
San Fernando Mission
December 1, 2012
My sister always says my daughter doesn’t look like an Emma. She’s definitely more like her middle name, Sofia. Flirty, bashful and demanding your full attention. Miss Emma is constantly smiling and happy unless she doesn’t get her way and then Sofia takes over. I don’t call my daughter princess and neither does her father. We don’t want to add fuel to the flame.
But on this rainy Saturday at a church in Mission Hills, my daughter looked like a princess and acted like an Emma. I don’t usually dig baby pink. I’m more of a magenta or hot pink kinda woman. But my, oh my, can this little one pull it off with her fair skin, big blue eyes and adorable smile.
And although Mr. Dad and I are no longer an item, I can’t help but capture these lovely moments between a father and daughter. I think its important to have them as reminders of how much she loves him when I want to do is kick him in the shins. She’s learning that a man should treat her like a princess, protect her, make her feel warm and safe in his arms and be fun. And I’m ok with that.