07/21/2026
Twenty-five.
A quarter century ago, God handed me one of the greatest gifts I've ever received—a daughter whose name literally means **"a father's joy."** And somehow, you've lived up to it every single day.
Abbie, you've never been afraid to be different. You see beauty where others miss it. You create instead of copy. Bright colors, bold ideas, music turned up too loud, art that tells a story, tattoos with meaning, a style that's unmistakably *you*... you've always reminded me that God isn't a God of black and white. He's wildly creative, and I see pieces of His creativity reflected in you.
What I love most isn't your eye for beauty—it's your heart. The way you love people. The way you keep searching for what's real. The way you refuse to settle for shallow. You remind me that following Jesus isn't about fitting into a mold; it's about becoming who He uniquely created you to be.
Never lose that wonder. Never lose your courage. Keep making beautiful things. Keep asking good questions. Keep living loudly, loving deeply, and pointing people toward light in your own wonderfully authentic way.
Thank you for letting me be your dad. It's one of the greatest honors of my life.
Happy 25th Birthday, Abs. You'll always be **a father's joy**. I love you more than words could ever say. ❤️
