* Welcome to the Z. Lily Portal page. On October 14, 2018, I was asked by Z. Lily's mother to remove link to the website showing my daughter's adoption story, so I did. I was also asked 11 years ago, via court order her mother instituted with all her money and hatred, to never see ZZ or contact her until she was 18... and I didn't.

* Z. Lily is now 20 and can make her own choices. While she lives but 5 miles from me, I am under the strong belief that her mothers influence paints me as someone she should not know even though I am living a strong, sober life and I was Z. Lily's after-school caregiver 5 days a week from age 3 to 7, when her mothers hatred, vindictiveness and lawyers removed that little girl from my life. I am most pleased to know that while her mother still languishess in vindictive hate, I have become a very well-liked, well-rounded citizen doing popular civil service for community welfare.

* I am still, and will always be, her father. The one who cradled her while flying over the entire Pacific Ocean as a 9 month old coming home to America. I never harmed my little girl or put her in harms way. There is only one reason why she has not chosen to at least seek me out: Her mothers influence has wrongfully influenced her. I have yet to find a person to support removing a father from a little girls life for mere vengeance sake.

* If you would like to view Z. Lily's website, please email me at capeannweather@gmail.com and I will supply you with the link.

* To read past blog posts of love and hope thru the years, visit: https://zlily.blogspot.com/. I am about to update with a new post soon.

* With the deeply ingrained misconceptions planted by her mother, I may never, ever get a chance to show Z. Lily who I really am now, nor will I get to see her as a young lady moving into her grown, independent life. She's missed out on her older siblings many events, as well as her twin neices birth and growth. We've both missed out on a chunk of lifetime so far, but I never give up hope nor does my love ever wane. I hope the many hours of laughter we shared still echo in her heart like they do loudly in mine...