My Dreams with you...
Daddy Harry braiding hair
You’d walk out to the lounge where your little one was sitting watching something like Peppa Pig on the telly and you’d have the brush and a couple of ponytail holders, reading to get to work. You’d sit down behind her and start to brush her hair and she'd immediately pull away, surprising you.
“No, mommy, can daddy do it, please?” Her little voice would ask, eyes still glued to the screen and a little stain of grape juice on her lips.
You’d raise your eyebrows looking between her and Harry and smile. “You want daddy to braid your hair? You’re sure?”
She would nod emphatically and beam over at Harry where he’s sitting and sipping his morning
coffee. He’d smile that lopsided dimpled grin and set his mug down with purpose.
“Princess? Did I hear someone asking for their hair to be braided?”
Your daughter would just grin widely as if this was some inside joke you weren’t privy to. So you’d stand up and let him take your place, taking his seat at the counter instead. Holding his warm mug in your hands you’d watch with your heart overflowing with love as he softly brushed out her hair and separated it into two sections.
He’s lean forward and jokingly ask her, “You sure you don’t want one of daddy’s signature buns. I do a pretty good bun…”
And your little one would just giggle making Harry smile wider as he set to work braiding each section of her hair. He’d finish and smooth down each braid, planting a kiss on top of her head. She’d pop up and run down the hallway towards her room, her perfect pigtails bouncing on her back.
Harry would walk over to you with a smirk on his face. “You didn’t think I could do it, did you?”
You’d laugh, standing up to meet him. “I had no idea you could braid her hair! You are full of surprises. Even after all these years.”
He’d wrap his hands around your waist. “I’ll let you in on a little secret. She may have made me try when you were out of town last month.”
You’d clamp your lips between your teeth trying not to laugh when you imagine exactly how that went down.
He’d look mildly offended at your laughter. “Hey! Don’t laugh!” Then he’d kiss you softly.
“Though they did look atrocious the first time I tried.”
And that’s when your daughter would come back downstairs to find you both laughing and bring you both back to the moment with one simple question.
“What’s so funny?”
“No, mommy, can daddy do it, please?” Her little voice would ask, eyes still glued to the screen and a little stain of grape juice on her lips.
You’d raise your eyebrows looking between her and Harry and smile. “You want daddy to braid your hair? You’re sure?”
She would nod emphatically and beam over at Harry where he’s sitting and sipping his morning
coffee. He’d smile that lopsided dimpled grin and set his mug down with purpose.
“Princess? Did I hear someone asking for their hair to be braided?”
Your daughter would just grin widely as if this was some inside joke you weren’t privy to. So you’d stand up and let him take your place, taking his seat at the counter instead. Holding his warm mug in your hands you’d watch with your heart overflowing with love as he softly brushed out her hair and separated it into two sections.
He’s lean forward and jokingly ask her, “You sure you don’t want one of daddy’s signature buns. I do a pretty good bun…”
And your little one would just giggle making Harry smile wider as he set to work braiding each section of her hair. He’d finish and smooth down each braid, planting a kiss on top of her head. She’d pop up and run down the hallway towards her room, her perfect pigtails bouncing on her back.
Harry would walk over to you with a smirk on his face. “You didn’t think I could do it, did you?”
You’d laugh, standing up to meet him. “I had no idea you could braid her hair! You are full of surprises. Even after all these years.”
He’d wrap his hands around your waist. “I’ll let you in on a little secret. She may have made me try when you were out of town last month.”
You’d clamp your lips between your teeth trying not to laugh when you imagine exactly how that went down.
He’d look mildly offended at your laughter. “Hey! Don’t laugh!” Then he’d kiss you softly.
“Though they did look atrocious the first time I tried.”
And that’s when your daughter would come back downstairs to find you both laughing and bring you both back to the moment with one simple question.
“What’s so funny?”
Beautiful :-)
2/11/16