Looking into Elwen's blue eyes, I sometimes feel as if im on trial, waiting for a message off her telling me that she approves of her dad. I see it in even in those young eyes, the searching, studying my whiskery face, as if she is trying to decide whether to accept me as her earlthy guardian.
Then I see a faint smile curl the corner of her lips and my shoulders heave a sigh of relief because I know that is my answer. Elwen knows that I am her Dadi (Welsh for daddy) and she is of my blood. She is utterly safe and protected in my tattooed arms and she knows this. Even at this very young age.
