Thirty years ago today my life changed in an amazing way. I became a father. And I experienced a love that perhaps I was unprepared for, but it has made all the difference. I cannot fathom what would have become of me without that joy and responsibility a helpless little baby girl brought into my world. I have not made many great choices in my life, but the decision to hold on to that tiny bundle of love more than makes up for all the other mistakes.

I was not a great father, nor can I take much credit for the wonderful young woman Renee has become. But that special love that overwhelmed me when I first saw her that afternoon all those years ago has been our bond and has sustained me through the good times and bad.

And now my little girl is the mother of her own daughter. And I see in her eyes the love she has for Gracyn is a reflection of the love I have always felt for her. But more than that, I see in my daughter the love of all those who have loved her and shaped her and guided her on her journey through life. Bridget and Beckie and Carol. Grandma and Grandpa. Pernie.

The love you give a child is a timeless thing. It is the essence of life, and to watch this miracle unfold in all its glory is the true joy and reward of parenthood.

I got more than I ever gave, and on this special day I feel truly blessed.

Happy Birthday, daughter. I love you.