. . . I became a dad.
We lived in Georgetown, Kentucky, I was in my last year at Asbury Seminary, and our daughter Taylor Charlotte Davis was born at the Central Baptist Hospital in Lexington.
I still remember that she had a head of thick dark hair (like her mom, of course) as well as big, brown eyes.
Today? She still has thick dark hair and big brown eyes.
I also remember an feeling an overwhelming sense of responsibility -- Julie and I had, humanly speaking, created this life and now were in charge of it. Of her.
These days she's a senior in college and by all appearances has a level head and a firm faith. The nicest thing she ever said to us was, "I never had to find myself because I always knew who I was."
3 comments:
No picture of Taylor? Sadness... You know she'd just love it. :)
Taylor is one of the most amazing women I have ever know. Good job in making and raising her. : )
-Amie
Of course, I made a spelling error in that last comment. Smooth, Amie.
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