January 18, 1993....
Two nights ago Erin found an old pacifier and was truly heart broken because we didn't let her keep it. I had to hold her the rest of the evening, but she went to sleep fine. You could see on her face that she knew she wasn't supposed to have it. There was a real inner struggle going on for her. She wants to grow up but occasionally looks back.
In looking for a good photo for a Fathers' Day blog, I came across a journal we used to keep on your early years. When I came across this entry, I must admit that it made me cry. We saw your struggles and felt your pain then, just as we do now. We know that you have difficult decisions ahead of you and that your desire is ultimately to please God and to grow in Him. We also know that very often that growth comes with sacrifice and pain. Just as we did throughout your childhood, we are praying for you, cheering you on, and are here whenever you just need an ear for listening or a shoulder for crying It is a time for more growth and richer blessings than any of us can imagine. It's time for you to spread your wings and fly. Don't worry about falling; God's got you. Soar and see His beauty. We love you and are so proud of you!