Twenty-One Years Ago Today . . .

. . . I became a dad.

We lived in Georgetown, Kentucky, I was in my last year at Asbury Seminary, and our daughter Taylor Charlotte Davis was born at the Central Baptist Hospital in Lexington.

I still remember that she had a head of thick dark hair (like her mom, of course) as well as big, brown eyes.

Today? She still has thick dark hair and big brown eyes.

I also remember an feeling an overwhelming sense of responsibility — Julie and I had, humanly speaking, created this life and now were in charge of it. Of her.

These days she’s a senior in college and by all appearances has a level head and a firm faith. The nicest thing she ever said to us was, “I never had to find myself because I always knew who I was.”