My eldest daughter turned sixteen today, and I must be the proudest Papa on the planet. We've had a really rough past few years with illness and calamities and what not, but today all is good. We don't give big parties to our kids, or spoil them rotten with gifts on their birthdays, but today was different. Today I wrote her a letter explaining how proud we are of how she matured into a beautiful and intelligent young lady, and how happy her mama and I are to have her as a daughter. As the proverbial joker, I've never really said such mushy stuff to her before, but today for some reason I felt compelled to do so, and I am so glad I did. As she read the letter she burst out bawling and hugged me like it was the end of the world. That got us going and we all had a great cry. It felt so good!! I never realized how much she needed to hear those words, or how late they were in coming from me, but I am so thankful that they did.
I don't mean to brag, but my daughters are the joy of my existence, and to know that they are happy makes me feel that I've done a decent job in raising them and helping them survive all the bumps in the road of life. I want them both to fly far and wide on this planet, and experience all they can. And I encourage that as much as possible. But most of all I want then to be happy.
Sorry for going on like this, but I just wanted to share. I love them so much it hurts. Children are a gift from God; we are just granted the privilege of helping raise them.