Father's Day has never meant much to me. I've never even seen a picture of my biological father, and by the time I can remember anything, I was already on step-dad number two, from whom my mom would soon be divorced. Maybe the first time Father's Day really mattered at all was after I got married and could celebrate with Cecely the life and example of her dad. Still, most years we've been in China, not quite able to make it home before the holiday rolls around in late June.
Not so this year...
We're scheduled to arrive in Little Rock, Arkansas on the evening of June 19th, just in time for Father's Day on Sunday.
And of course, for the first time ever, I'll be on the receiving end of the celebration -- because now, I'M A FATHER! And I couldn't be happier! Really, it's been such an incredible blessing already. A lot of mornings, I'm the first to walk into her room to change her and get her ready to come drink milk with Mommy, and when I see her... and she sees me, and smiles... I almost can't believe my eyes: This is my baby girl! It makes me smile -- more deeply, more widely, and more joyfully than I ever have in my entire life. I love her.
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Finally got a post to work so excited, did exactly the same thing as always so who knows. NEway-love this post SO much! Thanks for sharing your feelings on being a new dad! The picture is priceless and especially after meeting princess Phoebe in person!
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