For footsteps, slow and uncertain, then speedy and steady, I am thankful.
For the blissfully beautiful moments when she discovered something new about her body, I am thankful.
For each friend she has found in the little people around her, I am thankful.
For every single word of praise and encouragement I’ve heard from the adults in her life – and ours – I am thankful.
For new games invented and shared, I am thankful.
For the ever-improving ability to express anger and disappointment with dramatic flair and volume, I am thankful.
For the opportunity to once again become a little child and enter the kingdom of heaven and truth, I am so thankful.
For the challenge, revolution and transformation that has taken place in my partnership with my spouse, I am thankful.
For the magnificently out-of-tune warbling of joyous sing-alongs, I am thankful.
For pink ribbons and pigtails and glittery shoes and the smile that accompanies her glimpse in the mirror, I am thankful.
For the unbelievably rich blessing of comforting my child in the dark of night, I am thankful.
For the simplicity of earnest words formed by an innocent tongue, I am thankful.
Last year, I wrote: “It’s ridiculous how thankful I am for her life. Her life has made my life infinitely richer, and I could not be more grateful… I praise God for her life and I am thankful that my life could give to hers. And I will never fail to give thanks for each year that I have with her – for each day. May she always know that her daddy is thankful for her life.” This is even more true today. The only way that I can imagine a father being more grateful for his daughter’s life is to imagine what I will have to say next year.