In what has to be one of the sweeter things said in the last couple weeks (even in the mix of Evie’s arrival) Abby said to me tonight on the way home from dinner, “My heart loves your heart, Daddy.” Which pretty much makes a dad feel about as special as ever. Its good to be Abby’s dad and even though she’s having to grow up and transition into a big sister she’s still my precious little first daughter. She will be until the day Jesus takes one or both of us home.

My heart loves her heart, too.