Fisher adores her Papa, which is made evident the moment he walks in the door from work. Her eyes get big and the corners of her lips slowly draw up until they cannot contain the smiles and tiny yells. It’s amazing. Those two, they can just stare at each other and make the other laugh. And there’s something about her Papa’s chest. Maybe it’s his heart beating inside or the width of his big barrel chest, but she can fall asleep on him in an instant. I have far too many photos on my phone of them lying together, but it hasn’t gotten old to these mama eyes and I don’t think it ever will.