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Throwback :)

I can't wait to see Jamey hold his daughter...I may be even more excited for that than for me to hold her myself.

Just kidding. ;-)

But really, Dads and their daughters are just too adorable. Take this good-looking pair for instance:

Just in case you were wondering, this is MY Dad and I. I'm his first (*cough* and most favorite) daughter.

Flipping through my baby book has actually helped to alleviate some of my worries for the months and years to come. I know parenthood is not going to be an easy road by any means, but my goodness...

My parents bringing me home...yes there's a baby in that blanket.
The original baby bathtub :)
My Mom really liked adding speech bubbles!
it sure looks like it's going to be fun.

I just can't wait.  :)

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