Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails. (1 Corinthians 13:7)
Today, our oldest daughter turned 25. A quarter-century. When your child is born, you have no idea. No idea how much you will be changed. No idea how big your heart can get.
Here’s a little poem I wrote many, many years ago about her birth. About holding her the first time. About the way she looked at me for the first time.