|This is what happens when Dad dresses you for the day.|
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound.
That's my father's favorite hymn.
That saved a wretch like me.
I can't sing it. I get choked up, thinking about my dad. Never have been able to sing it. I've always just mouthed the words.
I once was lost, but now am found.
Your mom and I didn't think we'd be able to have kids. At least the doctor said so.
Was blind, but now I see.
And yet, you're one today.
T'was grace that taught my heart to fear.
A year ago I became your dad. I was overwhelmed. Excited. Scared. Helpless.
And grace my fears relieved.
You made it easy. You slept through the night by the time you were barely two months old. And you giggle a lot.
How precious did that grace appear.
Now I can sing it, but only to you. Even humming it when I'm putting you down for the night has an instant effect on you. You quit fighting sleep, and lay your head down in acceptance.
The hour I first believed.
I want many things for you in life. I want you to learn, play catch, marry your sweetheart. But what I want most is for you to know your real Dad. And I want you to one day soon quit fighting and bend your knee in acceptance.
Of His grace.
Happy Birthday, Evan. We love you.