Ah . . . the happiest moment of my life . . . holding those precious babies for the first time. Think about it . . those girls spent nearly nine months together growing inside my wife's body and this was their first moment together in their father's arms. They've been in close proximity to each other ever since then.
This picture caught me feeling something I had never experienced before - pure joy that went to the core of what I am.
I didn't have the slightest idea about how to be a father - but it begins pretty easily theoretically - you just feed, clean, comfort, and change diapers. Luckily, the girls have helped me know what to do since then. I occasionally have moments of insight on what I need to say or how I need to be, but most of the time I just try to make them happy.
We celebrate their sixth birthday tomorrow. Three girls, three parties. One at Chucky Cheese (Catherine) - one at Sweet & Sassy (Claire) and one at our home in a "Pretend Sleep-Over" Saturday night for Caroline. (pretend sleep-overs are very popular in the 5 yr. old age bracket)
The girls are drifting off to sleep behind me right now . . . we try to end most days together this way.
"Thank you, God, for these girls. I'm privileged to call them mine."