Ten Months.

Nearly 300 days passed before I was able to hold my daughters again.

Three hundred mornings without making their breakfast.

Three hundred nights without saying “I love you” in person.

Three hundred days wondering if they knew their father never stopped thinking about them.

If you truly know me, you know being a father has always been the center of my world.

My life was built around my daughters. Doctor appointments. Bedtime routines. School prep. Weekend traditions. I was not a distant parent. I was present. I was involved. I was committed.

And I still am.

The Reality

Through mediation, I have recently regained temporary visitation. I am grateful for every second I get with them now.

But temporary time is fragile.

Long term decisions are still being made about where they will live, where they will attend school, and how involved I will be in their daily lives.

This fight is not about control.

It is not about pride.

It is not about revenge.

It is about making sure my daughters grow up knowing their father stood up for them.

Why This Matters

Children deserve stability.

They deserve both parents actively involved.

They deserve to experience steady love and consistent presence.

I cannot control everything that has happened over the past year.

What I can control is whether I show up and fight for my place in their lives.

And I am choosing to fight.

Why I Need Help

Family court is complex and expensive. I have already exhausted significant personal savings working to protect my relationship with my daughters.

I now need experienced legal counsel who can advocate for meaningful parenting time, stability in residence and schooling, and continued involvement in medical and educational decisions.

Every dollar raised will go directly toward securing qualified representation and covering necessary court related expenses as this case moves forward.

This is not about taking anything away from anyone.

It is about protecting the bond my daughters and I already share, a bond that should never be reduced to a schedule.

Closing

When I finally saw my daughters again after nearly ten months, they ran into my arms.

That moment reminded me why I cannot stop.

They deserve a father who stands firm.

They deserve to know that when things became difficult, he did not disappear.

He stepped forward.

If you are able to contribute, thank you.

If not, sharing this page or keeping us in your prayers means just as much.

I am not fighting for control.

I am fighting for presence.

And I will not give up