So I've been a father now for two weeks, four days. Fracena and I love our baby. We do our best to meet her needs. Food, cleaning, and love.
Here's one thing that's caught my attention, though: She wants to eat. We want to feed her. But in the midst of our trying to feed her, she's so worked up that she fights us, swatting at the bottle and tossing her head around, until we finally get the bottle in her mouth, and it takes her a couple of seconds to realize what it is.
Heavenly Father: How often do I fight You when You are trying to give me something I need? Please forgive me.
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