His love was patient and thoughtful, seamlessly embracing both the chaos and beauty of our world. He knew it wasn’t just about winning Amaya's little heart but also earning her trust, and he did so with gentle consistency—small gestures that meant the world, like showing up to school recitals and remembering favorite food and toys. His love created a space where you never felt like you had to choose between being a mother and being loved as a woman. He saw her pain, her 4 year old heart and loved her for who she was and instead of being intimidated, he admired it all the more. In his love, we found a life of shared dreams and unconditional acceptance. We found my husband and her dad. What a great man...