Thirteen years ago, a little girl decided I was “the good one.” And I remembered I still get to be exactly that… her dad, her safe place, and her home.
Some people will never understand that family isn’t about blood. It’s about showing up, staying present, and choosing each other every single day. Avery chose me that night in the ER when she held onto my arm. And I choose her every morning, every challenge, and every moment.
That’s what love looks like. Not perfect, not easy… but real and unshakeable.
Thirteen years ago, a little girl decided I was “the good one.”
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