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Becki Addison Monologue

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Tonight as I was putting Addison asleep with Becki Addison was afraid of the thunderstorm. She would flinch at every bang and crash. At one point as we rocked a loud bang shook the house and Addison said daddy I 'm scared. As I held her and said that it was OK and I was going to keep her safe, she took a deep relaxed breath she said I love you daddy. As Matt probably knows what I 'm talking about the feeling of being your little girl 's protector and her safe place to feel at ease. I 'm still in tears thinking about how much I love that Angel. Brad and Ben soon you will experience that and WOW is all I have to say. Just wanted to share with my fellow
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