Hi, many of you know me … but my name is Dylan, and I’m the proud dad of a beautiful, creative, happy, three-year-old girl named Myla.

For over two years now, I’ve been fighting - with everything I have - to be in my daughter’s life. It’s impossible to put into words what this journey has felt like. The heartache, the frustration, the fear. But more than anything: the love. The kind of love that drives you to keep showing up, even when it feels impossible.

When I found out I was going to be a dad, even at 21 years old … I knew that I was meant for this. From the very beginning, I wanted to be there for every moment - her first smile, her first steps, her first words. I didn’t want to miss a thing and I wanted my baby. But the relationship between me and Myla’s mother was incredibly difficult, and before my daughter was even born, I was shut out. For the first year of Myla’s life, I barely got to hold her. I barely got to see her. I missed an entire year I will never get back. Her first steps. Her first words. Her first smile. Her first everything.

But before she turned one, I pulled myself out of the deep depression and angst I was in and I made a promise: I would give everything I had to be in her life … and I would never stop fighting for her.

Since then, I’ve been in and out of court, navigating a custody battle that has tested every ounce of strength I have. I’ve worked with multiple attorneys. I’ve taken on mountains of paperwork. I’ve spent sleepless nights worrying about what would happen, and spent everything I had - and more!! - to try to give my daughter the stability and safety and love she deserves. And today, I can finally say: I have Myla.

She’s home. She’s safe. She’s thriving. My family and I are doing everything we can to create a healthy environment for her to grow up surrounded by love.

But the reality is, I have spent (and am in debt for) more than $30,000 to get to this moment. Every penny was worth it - I would do it again in a heartbeat - but now that the storm has begun clear and the sun is shining again, I need help rebuilding. I want to give Myla a fresh start. A real home. A childhood filled with stability, joy, and the kind of support and presence every little girl deserves. So I’m asking - humbly and with my whole heart - for help.

If you’re a friend, a family member, a parent, or someone who simply believes that children deserve to grow up with love and safety, please consider donating to our cause. Every single dollar will go toward paying off the legal fees that got us here, and helping me build the future I’ve fought so hard for.

From the bottom of my heart: thank you.
For reading this. For sharing. For believing in second chances and in the power of a father’s love.

With deep gratitude,

Dylan Andrews