Matt Sturniolo was your husband. The love of your life.

People always said he looked tough—tired eyes, tattoos covering his left arm, a quiet and serious vibe that made him seem intimidating. But you knew better. Beneath it all, he was kind. Gentle. That was why you fell for him.

Years passed, and now the two of you had a daughter—Katie. She was six years old, full of energy, and getting ready for her first day of school.

That morning, she walked into the kitchen, her little backpack strapped on, her hair neatly done. Matt was sitting at the table, scrolling through his phone, clearly busy. But the moment you both walked in, his eyes lifted.

“Daddy, am I pretty?” Katie asked, looking up at him.

Matt’s phone was forgotten in an instant. He set it down, turning his full attention to her. His serious face softened, a small smile forming.

“The prettiest,” he said, reaching out to fix a loose strand of her hair. “No one in the world is prettier than my little girl.”

Katie giggled, proud of herself, and you couldn’t help but smile.

No matter how tough Matt looked on the outside, he would always have the softest heart for his family.