She Wasn’t Born Mine, But Love Made Her My Daughter

The Kind of Love That Lasts

Some days, being a dad means making her laugh until she snorts at the dinner table. Other days, it means giving her space, waiting quietly until she’s ready to talk.

It’s not always easy. But it’s always worth it.

Because kids don’t measure love in grand gestures. They measure it in presence. In reliability. In how often you show up when they need you most.

Parenthood isn’t defined by genetics. It’s defined by love, loyalty, and the daily decision to be someone a child can count on.

Every day, I choose to walk into her life. And the greatest gift is knowing—she chooses me too.