purpose

I'm waiting for Micah to get back with our daughter. He took her around town for errands and she kept calling it a date as they walked out the door.
This is a day in her life. She may not remember it, he may not remember it, but it happened. He loves her. He delights in her, and she knows it.
I called him and I heard her laughing in the background.
Whatever happens before we're born, and whatever happens after we die, in between those two times, she received Micah as her father here on earth. That will never not be true.
He and I may go through change after change, valleys and peaks of a life together, but that man was born to be a daddy, and I get to watch him. One of the greatest gifts of my life.