Daddy's arms. There's nothing like them. Cutting her cord his face is alive with joy. Holding her in his strong hands tears trickle down. One hundred thousand kisses from soft lips couched in a scratchy goatee. He always keeps her on his day off while mommy works because he wants to. Diaper changes and spit up never sway him. Daddy daughter dates for crunchy fried chicken legs are what memories are made of. Splashing in muddy puddles together. Sharing breath and sweaty sleeping close. Eskimo kisses and Valentine's dances. She throws herself across his lap and exclaims " Don't tickle me, Daddy!" Sweetest laughter follows. Eating first food...catching first fish. Daddy gently teaches. "Daddy, please swing with me... play barbies with me... pretend mermaids with me..." she asks. His answer is always yes. Bedtime routines that last an hour. Stories and rocking...
I have never wanted to be a blogger until this morning (10/23/10). For some reason I awoke feeling the need to share this journey. My four year old daughter was killed in a tragic car accident on October 8th, 2010 when our car was struck by a teen on marijuana. This blog is a small window into the brokenness of my heart and perhaps... one day, the healing. Do not mistake this for theological discourse. Jesus, not our circumstances, equals perfect theology. Be warned, this is raw...