Bigger than big.

I am officially in my 30s...and I met a new man.
He is really smart, funny, and handsome.
He is also a divorced dad of a really cute (according to photos) little girl.
I realized this would be something I encountered more often as I got older, but I didn't expect to be OK with it.
So far, he is doing a wonderful job of making time to get to know me, while fulfilling his duties as a daddy.
I really admire, to a degree I can't explain, a man who loves his child and makes her a priority.
As someone whose father didn't make nearly that much effort after the divorce, I find it almost sexy that he does.
I am trying to take this slow...really really slow...because I really like him and I know that this situation is very different from other ones. Even when I have gone out with a divorced man, my only concern was the man himself.
Now... well, now, there is a little girl that there is the far-out potential for me to have in my life, and I am creeping like molasses in this new thing because I realize that this is all bigger than anything from before.
But I like him.