She laid on my chest & her breathing filled me almost to beyond what I could hold....
(~Brian Andreas, Story People)

The first time her laughter unfurled its wings in the wind, we knew that the world would never be the same.
(~Brian Andreas, Story People)

There is pride, too... That his daughter is so curious, so resilient. There is the humility of being a father to someone so powerful, as if he were only a narrow conduit for another, greater thing. That's how it feels right now, he thinks, kneeling beside her, rinsing her hair: as though his love for his daughter will outstrip the limits of his body. The walls could fall away, even the whole city, and the brightness of that feeling would not wane.
(~Anthony Doerr, All the Light We Cannot See, p. 189)

Years rolled on again, and Wendy had a daughter. This ought not to be written in ink but in a golden splash. 
(~J. M. Barrie, Peter Pan)