well, thanksgiving was a day away, and DH had to run out and grab some small items we needed and forgot, when he heard quiet sobs from up stairs. e found my dd crying inti a pillow in her room. of course, he started talking to her, to find out what was wrong.
simply put, the little bit was scared. I'm getting ready for a deployment and holidays were here and she is on the cusp of womanhood, and I suppose it just hit her all of a sudden. she was worried what would happen to her, should anything happen to me. you see, she figured that her siblings would stay with daddy, because they were his, but she didn't belong to anybody but mom.
He told her, "I met you when I met your mom. I loved you from the moment I set eyes on you. I choose you, and you are my daughter. when I say I love you, you know I mean it that much more, because I picked you to be my kid. I love your mother, but I would have never married her if I didn't love you, because you deserve a dad who loves you."
my oldest has been the most wonderful and delightful young woman since. I say, a dad is not made when he creates a child, a dad is made when he loves a child so much that they mean more than their own happiness. This Thanksgiving, my family is thankful for the fate that has caused us to be a whole and complete family!