A tall, tough looking guy walks up to the desk with a pile of big books. He places them on the desk and as he does so I see the forehead, eyes, and nose of a little girl as she peeks over the top of the desk trying to see. The little girl looks up to her daddy and whispers something. He looks down admiringly and tell his daughter that they have to check the books out before they can take them home.
There’s something so endearing about seeing a father bringing his children, especially his little girl, to the library. It brings warm fuzzies to me every time.