The day I had prayed so hard for; that I dreamed of; that I begged God to allow was a year ago today.
In third grade I wrote a story about my dad, my son and I. I guess that makes me a bit odd but I couldn't wait to have children. My daughters are incredible but this post is about my name's sake. Steven Phillip McCart, III. Or as we lovingly call him….Mac.
The last year hasn't been what I would have expected, asked for or even imagined. In both a very good and a very difficult sense. As a family we've seen some difficult challenges. As a person I've faced many of my own demons. But Mac….well he's just made this year so much more than we could have hoped.
One day I hope you read this son. I know that you will never ever be able to honestly doubt my love and admiration of you. There will be some hard days. But I will always love you. I'm humbled, honored, unworthy, and overjoyed to be your dad. I just pray that somehow, some way you are able to see through this broken man you call "Daddy" and get an understanding of your Heavenly Father.
Mac, God loves you so much. He has blessed me beyond eternity with you. If you should ever be in need, scared, worried or need someone to laugh cry or cuss with, I hope you know that I'm your man. I love you son. I'm proud of you. You mean more to me than you'll ever know yet even that pales in comparison to how treasured you are to God.
Happy Birthday buddy!