My 4-Year-Old Pointed at My Best Friend and Giggled, ‘Dad’s There’ – I Laughed Until I Saw What He Was Pointing At

up.

Her shirt lifted.

And there he was.

My husband’s face.

A fine-line black ink portrait of Brad’s dimpled smile, strong jaw, almond-shaped eyes, and distinct nose marked permanently on my best friend’s body.

Like a secret shrine.

I couldn’t stop staring.

Outside, people cheered.

“We’re ready for cake!” someone shouted.

Ellie got the box down and turned toward continue reading …