Hannah is 12 years old today. Its hard to imagine that its been twelve years already. It also seems like Hannah’s always been around us. And its great. She’s grown up so much in twelve years. I can’t even tell you just how proud I am to be a part of her life, to have her as such a big part of my life, and to see the young lady she’s become.

It all started twelve years ago with Renee and I jumping everytime she so much as sniffed. Now, we know her, we trust her, and we know she’s headed in the right direction. She’s a good person, and anyone who she deems to be her friend is automatically blessed by it. I don’t worry about her so much anymore. She doesn’t need me to run next to her bicycle anymore – she flies! And I stand back and cheer her on like a maniac!

I love you so much, Hannah, and I am so very, very proud to be your father.