Any man that has a daughter will know this feeling: When you think of them, you think of the sweetest, most precious, beautiful little being on this entire earth.

That's exactly how I think about Miki, my daughter. She is just the loveliest creature and every morning she comes and sits on my lap, gives me a big kiss and snuggles in to me for 10 minutes or so. I couldn't think of a more amazing start to the day; I don't want her to grow up (though I hope she'll still cuddle me the same when she's an adult).

The thing I love most about Miki is that she's inherently kind. She is truly a good person who loves seeing others happy and I adore her infinitely for that.

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So you can imagine how a dad would feel, taking his little girl to school for the very first time. How did this happen? How is she now wearing a uniform? She's not old enough for this. How will she survive at school, she's so little! That bag is way too big for her tiny body to carry. All these thoughts were racing through my mind on that morning.


At school she burrowed her head in to my shoulder and gave me a long, hard squeeze that suggested she was a little nervous. But then the teacher came over, talked to Miki in a gentle voice and Miki sat down on the mat with the other kids, a big, beautiful, heart-melting smile on her face. Her little pink glasses (she inherited my awful eyesight) pointed towards me with those gentle eyes gazing over at me.

I must admit, when I left her classroom I felt super emotional: my little girl was starting her own journey in this world and it was the first part that didn't involve her mother and I. That was a scary thought.

As I walked back to the car I thought about her being at school alone, without us, maybe being terrified or lonely. But I also thought about how much I wanted her to do well and make a mark on this world.

She is smart and thoughtful, and kindness is her specialty. Someone like this could really make a change. This excited me and I felt a warmth come over me, like it was right.

You know what? Almost two years later, as she heads back to school after the holidays, I don't feel too different. I still adore her just the same - but I don't get emotional dropping her off anymore.

I see her starting to thrive. I see the growth in both her knowledge and in herself. She astounds me. God she reads books meant for kids way older and is always following me around telling me about things that happened in history (that I had no clue about).

I am so proud of her and I can't wait to see my girl take on this world.

- The Hits