Soda’s Perspective

“Daddy, do I look ok?” Grace asks. I put down my newspaper to look at my 15 year old daughter. Wow.

“You look beautiful, sweetheart.” It pained me to see her going on her first date. But I was smiling.

“I’ll be good, Daddy, I promise.”

I grin. Exactly what her mother said to her dad on our first date.

“I know.” I manage to say. “You’re a good kid.”

“Not like Faith,” Grace grins. Oh my Faith. Nine years old and already had a “boyfriend”. She was completely hilarious.

“Not like Faith.” I smile.

I get up off the couch to give her a hug.

“I love you Daddy.”

“Love you too, sweetheart.”

“You’re still going to be the first boy I fell in love with.”