Piper Perri Fall Down Dad -

David chuckled, a low, warm sound. “That’s ‘epic proportions,’ sweet pea. And I have full confidence in your engineering skills.”

Outside, the October sun dipped lower, casting long golden shadows through the window. The fallen leaves continued to gather on the lawn, but inside the Perri house, the only thing that mattered was the sound of a little girl giggling in her father’s arms, learning that the world is full of falls—and full of hands ready to help you back up. piper perri fall down dad

Piper was a whirlwind of pigtails and determination. Her tiny fingers, still bearing faint smudges of grape jelly from lunch, carefully placed a red plastic block onto a wobbly blue one. She squinted one eye, stuck out her tongue in concentration, and whispered her sacred building mantra: "Steady... steady... don't be a shaky Jake." David chuckled, a low, warm sound

“Dad,” Piper announced without looking away from the tower. “If this falls, it will be a tragedy of enormous proportion. That’s what Mom says about her hair on rainy days.” The fallen leaves continued to gather on the

Piper’s trembling lip paused mid-wobble. Her tear-filled eyes blinked. “Dad?”

A tiny, wet giggle escaped Piper’s throat. It was a sound like a bubble popping. Then another. And another.