Five Years with My Sweet Pea

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Five years ago today I met the most wonderful little girl. She was pretty and pink. My little sweet pea. My little care bear. My little chubbs.

I can hardly believe five years has passed.

Five years of baths and bedtime routines. Five years of giggles and smiles and inside jokes and lots of snuggles. Five years of dresses and dress up, dancing and daddy-daughter dates. Five years of learning her, and five years of learning me. God has certainly taught me much through this fatherhood journey.

I have learned the deep ache of a father’s love. To feel part of my own self and center now extended outside myself, now contained in another is a new feeling of vulnerability. How I love my girl. There’s so much I wish and want for her, but I cannot guarantee her plans for a hope and a future. Only God can. To realize this leads me to entrust my love to the steadfast love of the Lord.

I have learned the deep delight of a father’s love. Being “daddy” is fun. It is a source of energy and inspiration. It is a wellspring of life. Indeed, I am reborn every day…into a prince one night and a cookie monster on another, and perhaps a horse on yet another occasion. It has been one of my life’s greatest joys to be “daddy.”

I have learned the faith of a child. How my daughter loves me! And trusts me! So blindly, so unswervingly, so unquestioningly, so unflinchingly! How many times she has leapt unannounced into my arms, never doubting I would catch her. She has shown me how to be the child I am called to be.

Oh, and there’s more, but words wouldn’t suffice. Let me simply say I am grateful to God for my little girl. Thank you, Lord. Amen.

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Derek Griz

I am a Christian, a husband, a father, and a pastor (Immanuel Church). I write from those perspectives. Connect with me on Twitter (@derekgriz).

2 thoughts on “Five Years with My Sweet Pea”

  1. Your sweet words for your sweet Caroline blesses my heart and will surely bless hers someday, Your comment, “… part of my own self … in another … is a new feeling of vulnerability,” put into words for me a parental mystery I used to ponder.

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