2o Years of Dance
Kids: they dance before they learn there is anything that isn't music.
~ William Stafford
It was a sunny, cold fall day and my life was about to change radically and powerfully. At 6:32 in the morning a little princess decided to dance into my life and basically ruin me (in a good way) for life. My daughter Sarah has ruined me for ordinary moments for there has been none with her. I was already a young father, her older brother Joshua born just 15 months prior, had already changed the man I was. This was different…I now have a daughter! Could a man like me raise a daughter? Will she even like me? (That seem unlikely at the beginning) It was too late, I was smitten and all I could do was love her.
Sarah’s wonderful gift of herself was deposited into my life to make me a better father. I became a gentler version of what I thought I should be, she helped me become more like Jesus. In her I sense the strength of her mom mingled with the stubbornness of her dad, all softened by her quiet spirit. Yet, it’s her love for life that I admire, her expression of worship towards her Father God that brings me to tears (even now as I'm writing this).
Sarah is a persistent beauty…she brings beauty into her relationships, her talents and abilities and how she loves us all. Her life is a dance, a wonderful blend of emotions, giftedness and love and I am blessed to see her spin every day.
There's something like a line of gold thread running through a man's words when he talks to his daughter, and gradually over the years it gets to be long enough for you to pick up in your hands and weave into a cloth that feels like love itself. ~John Gregory Brown
Happy Birthday Princess!