The end, but not really.

This isn't obviously the end. It's the beginning. It's forever. It's real. It's amazing. It's beautiful.

How do I write about the night I met my dad? How can I possibly put into words what it felt. I can't, it's impossible. But I as I watch the soundtrack (because it was dark outside and no light for the camcorder) from those very first few minutes, so many emotions and adjectives rush over me.

When I opened the door and saw his face, it was over. I am his daughter. As he grabbed me and hugged me and cried, I felt it. I felt it deep into my soul. This was a moment I will never forget. It goes right along the 3 times I saw each of my children for the first time. It ties with marrying my husband and saying "I do." Seeing my dad, hugging my dad, hearing him cry as he held me...that moment....that moment I became loved. Everything came together. My questions were answered. My dreams came true.

He told me he has never won dad of the year, he is just a simple man with a lot of love. He's had many tragedies in life. He needed me just as much as I needed him. To me, he is dad of the year. All the years. Forever. He took me right in, he loves me, I'm his daughter. I was broken and he fixed me. I am worthy of love.

When God winks....

I have a dad. And he loves me. There couldn't have been a happier ending. This is a story that starts out with much sadness, little hope and a longing for love but ends with an unbelievably amazing dream come true.