A Father’s Love
I waited my entire life for God’s gift of a son. On March 26, 2005, at 12:24 P.M., God gave me you. Son, I was there in the delivery room when you were born in Anaheim, California. I proudly gave you my name, John Derenzo Cotton, Jr. I vowed to love you unconditionally. Joy overwhelmed me as I signed your birth documents acknowledging you as my son.
I watched you inside your playpen as you tried to walk from one side to the other. You were barely nine months old when you stood up, took your first unassisted steps across the floor, grabbed the sofa and looked at me with a gigantic grin as if to say, “I did it Dad.” Six weeks ago, I took you skating for the first time. Although you continued to fall, you got up each time and insisted I take you onto the main floor.
will take you to the movies; we will play Mario Cart Wii and do all the things we used to do.
Son, I am proud of you. At 18 months, you knew your alphabets, shapes and basic colors. At age three,
you knew the concept of basic math; now you are able to use an abacus efficiently.