Two years later, Amber met David, a kind man who worked at the local library. He loved her children as his own and treated my daughter with the respect she deserved. When he proposed, Amber came to me first.
“Dad,” she said, tears in her eyes, “I need to ask you something. Will you give us your blessing?”
I looked at this man who had shown my daughter what real love looked like, who read bedtime stories to my grandchildren and never raised his voice in anger.
“If he makes you truly happy,” I said, “then he has my blessing completely.
