by Worthy Glover, Jr.
Daddy, tell me how your love brought me to you. Tell me where I came from.
You, my boy, are special. The story of your arrival is an amazing one. I will share it with you, and start by telling you that my love for you goes across the nation. I love you from New Mexico all the way to Georgia and back. You are my boy.
Just before you were born, tragic history was made. The Twin Towers of New York were attacked and destroyed. Our nation was sad. Three days later, your mommy and your daddy received a phone call. A man on the phone said, “There is a little boy here in Georgia. If you want him as your son, come and meet him.” That news made us happy. Mommy called the people who fly airplanes and they told her no one was flying anywhere for a long time. That made us sad. We wanted to see you and be with you fast. We decided to drive. We packed our bags, threw them in the car and raced in our car across the country. We were the only ones on the highway except for lots and lots of delivery trucks. We made it to Georgia faster than we should have. That was because we could not wait to hold you, squeeze you and love you. We stepped into the building where we knew you were waiting. We told the people there that we were your mommy and daddy and we were ready to meet you. They smiled at us and took us into a room to wait. We waited and waited. A door opened and a lady walked in holding a little guy dressed in a cow suit jumper. That little cow was you.
You were my boy. I held you and squeezed you and loved you. You were a happy boy. Your joy was deep and strong. It sealed my heart to yours. We visited many places with you in the place of your birth. We were waiting for them to tell us it was okay to take you home. We went to the Coca Cola Museum and a museum that was built to honor Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. After some days, we were told it was okay to take you to our house. We loaded into the car, drove back across the nation and brought you home. Once we arrived at our house, news spread fast of your arrival. All of your family members came to visit you. Neighbors and friends brought greetings of joy. You were home and you were my boy. Then one day the phone rang. A man on the phone said, “Your little boy’s birth mother is sad. She loves him and misses him. She wants him to come back. I cried out, “No!” I refused to believe. You were my boy. You were not going to leave. We had plans, you and I, plans to do things together as Father and Son. We would go camping and fishing. We would watch football. We would get dirty out in our yard. We would be boys. I’d be your Dad and you’d be my son. It did not matter. She wanted you back. She loved you so much. She needed your love. She needed your smile. She needed your touch. The man on the phone came and took you away. I cried. I was so sad. Your mother cried. She was sad. Your family cried. They were sad. The whole town cried. Everyone was sad. It hurt so much to lose you. We could not stop crying. We tried to live life without you, but it was hard. We missed you. We thought about you. We prayed for you. We prayed for us. You were my boy. I needed you home with us.
Then, just before Christmas, the phone rang. A man on the phone said, “We have a child for you. Are you interested?” I said, “I’m not sure. I hurt so much. I really want my boy to come back.” The man said, “It is your boy. He needs a home. Are you ready to love him again?”
“Love him again?” I said, “I’ve never stopped loving him. He is my boy.” You flew on an airplane so you could come back home. The man on the phone drove me in a car to go find you. We met you in the lobby of a motel. You smiled big at me. The sparkle in your eye said, “Hey Dad! Merry Christmas. I’m back. Am I still your boy?” I held you and squeezed you and loved you and welcomed you home. I looked into
your bright eyes and whispered into your ears, saying, “You know I love you, little boy.
No one can ever take that away. I will love you forever.
Because you are my boy!”