Daddy.

Such a simple word, yet so mysterious to me for over 25 years. I remember shuddering when Valentine’s Day came around and those “Daddy-Daughter” dances popped up everywhere. Not only did I not get what it was all about, I thought it was downright creepy. All that intimacy gave me the heebie jeebies.

Crazy, I know, but all I had ever known was a very formal, somewhat distant father that died when I was eleven. Imagine reading the Bible with that kind of working definition of Father God. Doesn’t get you very far.

This is much better:

Thanks to moments like this I get the whole “catch me when I fall” thing a lot better. It starts when someone catches you before you fall : – )

Basically, one year of watching these two has made me feel closer to God as my Father than anything ever before.

They say having a baby changes everything, and boy were they right!