Michael

I looked down at Isabella sleeping in my arms as she snored gently; everything about her was always adorable, especially the way her hair fell across her face while she slept, the unruly curls doing whatever they wanted.

I always felt a little guilty when it was time to wake her up; she always just looked so peaceful.

I also felt guilty when I had to drop her off at daycare. I knew she'd love to spend the day with me. I would have loved to spend ...