I have been called jerk.
I have been called hypocrite.
I have been called boyfriend.
I have been called liar.
I have been called a {Insert Racist Name} Lover.
I have been called lost.
I have been called gay.
I have been called champion.
I have been called a dancer.
I have been called a singer.
I have been called friend.
I have been called selfish.
I have been called a drunk.
I have been called a whore.
I have been called lazy.
I have been called workaholic.
I have been called full-of-it.
I have been called weak.
I have been called strong.
I have been called hott.
I have been called ugly.
I have been called fat.
I have been called an idealist.
I have been called a pessimist.
I have been called unloved.
I have been called minister.
I have been called reverend.
I have been called preacher.
I have been called pastor.
I have been called Hafe.
I have been called Hafer.
I have been called Christian.
I have been called disciple.
I have been called Matt.
I have been called husband.
But….
The thing that gets me every single time…
The thing that makes me beam every time I hear it…
The thing that remains constant and is not only a testimony to what I have done…
what my wife has done….
or what God has done….
The thing that makes me realize that it will be okay is when I get called…
Daddy.


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