Monday, July 9, 2007

He Didn't Have to Be

Written by Sara from Suburban Oblivion

The man in the picture is my husband, on our wedding day.

The golden-haired child in his arms is our daughter.


She is a self-proclaimed daddy’s girl, and always has been.

They enjoy playing games together, going for rides in his car, and whispering secrets I pretend not to hear.


They share a bond I sometimes envy, and their ease together is so amazing and natural.

You’d never know he wasn’t there, not during her conception, or for her delivery. She was the child of a previous relationship.

He didn’t come into her life until she was 6 weeks old, but has been there ever since.

We got married when she was 3, and he filed to adopt her immediately afterwards.


There are good daddies and bad daddies, but she got a different kind when he came along.

He is the most special kind of daddy- the kind who didn’t have to be.

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15 comments:

J said...

Sounds like you picked a great guy to be her daddy. :)

July 9, 2007 at 10:13 AM
Desert Songbird said...

Lucky little girl, but more importantly, lucky daddy!

July 9, 2007 at 11:16 AM
Natalie said...

That seriously made me tear up. The last line was priceless. What a great dad!

July 9, 2007 at 11:51 AM
Jennifer said...

Beautiful Sara! What a wonderful picture- and what a wonderful man you have for a husband!

July 9, 2007 at 2:24 PM
J. A. Blackburn said...

beautiful post and very poetic!

July 9, 2007 at 4:02 PM
Swistle said...

You totally choked me up.

July 9, 2007 at 4:58 PM
John Holland said...

A Dad is the one who is there everyday, the one that raises the child, the one that holds the child when s/he cries, the one that goes to their school...just because someone is able to make a baby doesn't make them a dad. Sounds like your daughter has a wonderful dad.

July 9, 2007 at 5:03 PM
Heather said...

Sweet

July 9, 2007 at 5:10 PM
Anonymous said...

You've got a good husband, Sara... and what a great tribute to him!

July 9, 2007 at 5:41 PM
Annie said...

Tearing up here too :) That's beautiful.

July 10, 2007 at 8:55 AM
Cate said...

What a beautiful post, Sara! Seriously...I've got goosebumps!
Your daughter is a very luckily little girl!

July 10, 2007 at 1:05 PM
Jennifer said...

And I thought you said you weren't a thinking blogger. Great post, Sara.

July 10, 2007 at 2:24 PM
Slackermommy said...

Beautiful post!

July 10, 2007 at 10:45 PM
Jackie said...

Beautiful.

July 11, 2007 at 11:34 AM
Anonymous said...

Wonderful words...wonderful daddy indeed.

July 13, 2007 at 11:09 PM

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