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Dear Daughter: Your Dad

Dear little girl-

Today is Father’s Day. Americans celebrate by giving tool chests and foot rubs, lunches and homemade cards. Pops and I are celebrating today by continuing to slog through the adoption paperwork. We’re celebrating by thinking of you.

Your (new) dad is currently only thinking of himself as a half-dad, but we’re fretting over your health and emotional well-being already so I would say that we count as full parents. We went to a Ranger’s game last night and we talked about traveling, as a family, to Galveston and renting a bike so that he can ride us up and down the boardwalk. Your dad actually shivered with excitement about all of the things that we’ll get to do with you. That’s how excited he is. (He shivers, I weep. The baseball game, filled with fun families enjoying each other’s company, was ROUGH. Super fun for everyone sitting around the weepy lady, though.)

In case you were wondering, your dad is game for just about anything. Case in point? Last weekend, we got to babysit some of our neighbor girls (the ones that, for some unknown reason, call us Mr. and Mrs. Faith ). They came over to our house and Alex was the main attraction. Funny enough, for all of our talks about wanting our children to have healthy diets-diets that aren’t full of processed food and corn syrup, your dad offered to buy the girls McDonald’s AND a Sonic drink. They just opted for the Sonic drink but something tells me that, despite our best intentions, if you ever want a Sonic drink, all you’ll have to do is ask.

He showed the girls Lunchbox, the box turtle.

Lunchbox puts on a good show.

He also played Pretty Pretty Princess. He didn’t win, but I feel like I did because I got this picture.

Isn’t he gorgeous?

(PS- Yes, that is duct tape on the princess tiara. Look at where we’re living- what did you expect?)

Even though you aren’t with us yet, we want you to know that we think about you every day. DAILY, we are adding to the list of things that we might do together. DAILY, we are imagining you at our dinner table or cuddling with us on the couch. DAILY, we are praying that you’re okay.

As we celebrate wonderful fathers today, I can’t help but think about the fact that there are 210 million kids for whom Father’s Day is a sad day because they don’t have daddies. Today, we’re praying that you will feel important and loved cause there’s a dad over here who wants you so bad he can barely stand it. Today, we’re thankful that there’s a  Father who loves the fatherless more than they can even imagine. David said, about God, “A father to the fatherless, a defender of widows, is God in his holy dwelling. God sets the lonely in families, he leads out the prisoners with singing (Psalm 68:5-6).”  We’re so thankful that God has decided to set you in our family, little one.

We love you,

Mom

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5 thoughts on “Dear Daughter: Your Dad

  1. Beth, I am so glad I have the privilege of knowing you. Both you and Alex are exceptional peeps. I love your heart and your actions. You are an example for this old gal to follow- even though the steps feel so beyond me. I can only hope to ever have a heart as right as yours. I promise I will pray for your family everyday- or at least every week, or I’ll pray twice if I forget a week (ha!ha! – just being silly). Whatever the amount or consistency, your family will always be in my prayers.
    Love ya!
    Lindsey

    • Lindsey-
      I’m so glad that we serve a God who is willing to use, even though we feel woefully underqualified. I’m so thankful to have people like you walking this journey with me! -Beth

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