Nick

This picture may not look particularly special to anyone else but to someone like me, this is absolutely breathtaking. Because while some kids had imaginary friends, I had an imaginary daddy. One who played with me and loved me and protected me. And as I became a teenager and my imagination faded, so did my hope. Because I knew in my heart of hearts, that it would never get better. That I would never be better. That I would never amount to anything good. And now, as an adult watching my husband with our children, I know how truly wrong I was. I realize that it does get better. That I am better. That the sad little girl who cried over a daddy that didn't exist and the depressed teenager who had thoughts of suicide, were gone. I put them to rest. I became the woman those poor girls could never even imagine becoming. The woman that those girls needed but didn't have. And I did it with this man's help. Would I have been able to do it on my own? Probably. But it was so much more bearable to have someone who believed in me when even I didn't believe in me, to help. So when these moments happen, when my husband lays on the floor playing with our kids. When he changed our babies diapers. When he rocked them to sleep. When he reads the bedtime stories. When he helps with their homework. When he's sitting with them at the dinner table trading movie quotes and knock knock jokes. In those moments, I close my eyes and send a silent, thankful prayer up that God answered my prayers from so long ago. I asked Him to send a daddy down to save me. And He did. He just did it on His own time and in His own way, as He always does. Because I wanted a daddy growing up. And still do if I'm being completely honest. But what I need more than that is a daddy who loves his children and their mother with every ounce of his being.
So God sent me Nick.