You’ll never stand before a mirror and see my eyes, ears or mouth. Never hear my laugh inside your own. Never stride with my same gait.
As my adopted son, you’ll never carry a visible imprint from me.
And yet, I hope to pass along more than my genetic instructions to you. More than my color, looks, and behaviors. More than my molecules.
I want you to inherit a different DNA from me.
A more critical collection of characteristics not found within cellular strands. A lineage of traits that forever guide and define you.
Quinn, I hope you always:
DISCOVER:
Go deep within yourself and explore the depth of others. Look beyond our surfaces—past the colors of skin and the orientations of life—down to the cores of our beings.
NOTICE:
Pay attention to the minute details of life as they move around you. Humbly contemplate them before casting your own judgements.
ADORE:
Open the palms of your hands and love those who cross your path. Let life flow freely to and from you.
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Thank you for the gift you give me on this Father’s Day and every day.