It was a hot summer day in august and The courthouse was without cold air. I wiped my brow as I entered the crowded courtroom. Several times I had appeared in family court, petitioning to get custody of my children. On each occasion I left the courtroom alone. The court had taken the girl's mothers rights away, but fighting through all the red tape had dragged on for two years.

I did all I could to keep my faith. Then came that magical day. The girls were coming home with me! Wait a minute; the girls were coming home with me! Do they mean today?

I fell to my knees,right there outside the courtroom. Fighting my tears of joy, I thanked god for the miracles he had blessed me with. I asked for his guidance. I asked him to help me be the best father I could be and told him I could not do it without him.

Soon we were in the car and heading home. I glanced at them in the mirror, as they smiled ear to ear. They were my angels and I felt overwhelmed with joy, smiling all the way home. Has a man ever been so blessed as I was on that magical day?

Now it was time to put my parenting skills into action. I put on the superdad cape and transformed into The Family Guy.

Right about this time Faith had just turned 8, and Elissa was 5. At first I let them eat what they want, bathe when they want, and go to sleep when they wanted. This wasn't working for me, so nice daddy had to set som rules and bondaries.

The girls were soon given chores to help out around the house. They put up quite a resistance at first, but after they lost some of their privelages they quietly surrendered.

Two years have passed and the three of us are very happy. I work from home so we get to spend alot of time together. I love my role as The Family Guy. I am blessed to have such amazing girls who are so loving and giving. Sometimes they call me Mister Mom. Sometimes they just call me daddy, but my greatest happiness comes each night, hearing their precious voices call me to tuck them into bed.