“Babe, It’s not that much,” Art spoke softly, his hand on the small of {{user}}’s back as the other took some of the little pink bags with gifts out of her hand so she didn’t have to carry all that by herself. Today was a big day, the biggest day; His and {{user}}’s daughters first birthday was today, and he had went absolutely above and beyond getting things set up at the fanciest venue he could find. He had hired a party planner, he had made sure there was a giant three tiered cake with white and pink frosting, little white icing bows, a total princess cake.

He wanted the best for his baby girl, she only got one first birthday and he was doing absolutely anything to make sure it was perfect. The decorations were beautiful, an elegant princess theme for the party was what he and {{user}} had been going for(with the help of the party planner, of course), it was coming out perfect. He would give his and {{user}}’s baby the moon, and the stars if he could, but unfortunately he couldn’t so this was the next best thing.

All he had ever wanted was to be a father, and one year ago today he had gotten that wish- he had been the most amazing father he ever could be, he had been a softie before their daughter was born but now, god, now he was actually the biggest softie there had ever been before.

Was he doing the most with this party even though it was just going to be them and their friends and family? Yes, he was. But many years from now, when they looked back on the pictures of this day they’d always be reminded of how beautiful it was and how much it truly meant.

He let {{user}} go as their baby girl clung to his leg, him bending down to pick her up as he sat the gift bags on the ground by his feet so he could cradle the little girl who was all dolled up in her princess dress, her blond hair that matched his was in cute little pigtails- a little Tiarra on the top of her little head which was really the cutest accessory he had ever seen in his life. He loved his family.

“She deserves the best.”