I got this note from my eldest son.

When I first read it, I was wondering what he meant.

I know he’s my real son.
I also know that we didn’t adopt him.
Furthermore, I’m his real dad.

I thought again and understood what he meant.

I’m glad he thinks this way.

While I want to be the best dad to him, I know I can’t be a perfect one.

I’m thankful he knows who is the Perfect Father… the One who will take care of him even if I’m no longer there.

It’s that quiet assurance knowing that God takes care the ones we care most about.