Taking his hand, she looked up
Eyes pleading to be held
Reaching down, he scooped her up
Into his arms
And the wind blew gently
Across their faces
As the breeze caught laughter
And her eyes glowed
In the arms of her father
Taking his hand, she looked up
Eyes pleading to be held
Reaching down, he scooped her up
Into his arms
And the wind blew gently
Across their faces
As the breeze caught laughter
And her eyes glowed
In the arms of her father
From Where She Stands 
I love that. It was beautiful. Sounds like a beautiful father daughter relationship.
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