So my little lady, the one for whom I mostly just can't say no, comes to me with a difficult request: "Daddy, can you help me pick out my clothes for tomorrow?"Wha!?
If it was up to me, we'd have her hair in a bun and she'd wear an oversized burlap sack until her wedding day. Choosing clothing is a task for which I'm wholly unqualified - even for myself, truth be known. She laid out several options from which I was to choose. She didn't really like any of my choices and wore what she really wanted to anyway...but it was an honor being asked, nonetheless. :-)
Update: the next night...she asked for my advice again...acted so excited that I helped...then proceeded to take brother's advice instead of mine. She LOVES that brother.
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