More than one

I had a bittersweet moment today. Chie was playing by the couch and looked up at the wall, where we have a picture of her and Gus' dad framed. "Papa!" she exclaimed. "Yes," I said, "that's Papa." But then I added, "That's Daddy's Papa." Every once in a while, it occurs to me that the only papa that my baby knows is my husband's father. He's the one that she identifies, loves, and is cuddled by. She'll know about my father at some point. But will he ever be a tangible person in her life? I guess we'll have to wait and see.