He’s the superhero that they call dad.
The one that gave them a new last name, his last name. The one that gave them a new life, and a new definition of father.
And he didn’t have to.
He’s the one that teaches them how to ride a bike. The one who gives them lessons on grit and effort.
And he didn’t have to.
He’s the one that kisses them goodnight and tucks them into bed. The one that makes them feel hopeful and free to dream.
And he didn’t have to.
He’s the one that makes their breakfasts, plays Uno a dozen times in a row, and reads them books they laugh at.
And he didn’t have to.
He’s the one that loves them with every piece of his heart and soul. The one with a love that provides safety, comfort, and joy.
And he didn’t have to.
He’s the one that got down on a knee and asked them to be his children. The one that asked them to take his name, and his heart.
And he didn’t have to.
He fell in love with me, a mother of two little ones. And then he fell in love with them.
And he didn’t have to.
But he did, and it’s the biggest blessing we’ve all shared. They became his, he became theirs, and we became the most imperfectly perfect family. Created unique in love and experience.
He became a father, a dad, a miracle.
And he didn’t have to.
And that’s what makes him the best father in the world. He chose us. He chose them, and continues to choose them each and every day.
