“Hey there, baby girl.” Arthur crooned as he held his infant daughter. She had woken up screaming in the middle of the night, and instead of allowing you to take care of it, he got up himself.

Sitting down in the rocker, he gently rubbed her tiny back — which was smaller than his entire palm — and kissed her head. You watched through blurry vision his actions, and were completely taken.

“It’s okay, sweetie. Did you have a bad dream?” He asked his child, as if she could respond.