I found a gray hair this morning. I'm blaming it on Victor but I'm claiming that I grew it in honor of the Good Doctor, to sympathize with him on Father's Day. I pulled it out and tried to save it for him but I think the hair dryer blew it away. Oh well. I'm sure there will be more.
I also killed a spider all on my own this morning. This was a gift to both my father and the father of my children who have both been called in to dispose of multi-legged creatures attempting to torment me.
In all seriousness, I am so thankful for wonderful Christian parents, grandparents, and aunts and uncles (I can celebrate them all today, right?) who have taught me so much about self-sacrifice, service, and faith in God. And when I talked to my dad on the phone today, it was he whole blessed me once again by telling me he supported what I'm doing, one hundred percent. I love that my family has accepted my children regardless of who shares a bloodline and who doesn't. That is the family of God.
But on to my tribute to the father of my children. In honor of this special day, I decided to forego the Hallmark poem for an original. Yes, I do write poetry, too. Because I'm such a romantic. So, for you, Good Doctor, on your day...
This is the house that God
built.
This is the Dad that lives
in the house that God built.
This is the Dad who once
said, “No!” to my large family plans, that lives in the house that God built.
This is the Dad who landed the social work
job that changed his mind, who once said, “No!” to my large family plans, that
lives in the house that God built.
This is the Dad who had two sons, who landed the social work job that changed his mind, who once said, “No!” to my large family plans, that lives in the house that God built.
This is the Dad who then
got Drama, who had two sons, who landed the social work job that changed his
mind, who once said, “No!” to my large family plans, that lives in the house
that God built.
This is the Dad who next
had Laughter, who already had Drama, who had two sons, who landed the social
work job that changed his mind, who once said, “No!” to my large family plans,
that lives in the house that God built.
This is the Dad who wanted more schooling, who already had Laughter, who already had Drama, who had two sons, who landed the social work job that changed his mind, who once said, “No!” to my large family plans, that lives in the house that God built.
This is the Dad who owed
me the next one, because he wanted more schooling, who already had Laughter,
who already had Drama, who had two sons, who landed the social work job that
changed his mind, who once said, “No!” to my large family plans, that lives in
the house that God built.
This is the Dad who was
smitten by fostering, who owed me the fifth one, because he wanted more
schooling, who already had Laughter, who already had Drama, who had two sons,
who landed the social work job that changed his mind, who once said, “No!” to
my large family plans, that lives in the house that God built.
This is the Dad whose
heart broke for the one, who was smitten by fostering, who owed me the fifth one, because he wanted more schooling, who already had Laughter, who already
had Drama, who had two sons, who landed the social work job that changed his
mind, who once said, “No!” to my large family plans, that lives in the house
that God built.
This is the Dad who told
me it was time for another, whose heart broke for the one, who was smitten
by fostering, who owed me the fifth one, because he wanted more schooling, who
already had Laughter, who already had Drama, who had two sons, who landed the
social work job that changed his mind, who once said, “No!” to my large family
plans, that lives in the house that God built.
This is the Dad who can’t tell adopted from other, who told me it was time for another, whose heart broke for the one, who was smitten by fostering, who owed me the fifth one, because he wanted more schooling, who already had Laughter, who already had Drama, who had two sons, who landed the social work job that changed his mind, who once said, “No!” to my large family plans, that lives in the house that God built.
This is the Dad who is unconditional love, who can’t tell adopted from other, who told me it was time for another, whose heart broke for the one, who was smitten by fostering, who owed me the fifth one, because he wanted more schooling, who already had Laughter, who already had Drama, who had two sons, who landed the social work job that changed his mind, who once said, “No!” to my large family plans, that lives in the house that God built.
This is the Dad, who is my husband, who is unconditional love, who can’t tell adopted from other, who told me it was time for another, whose heart broke for the one, who was smitten by fostering, who owed me the fifth one, because he wanted more schooling, who already had Laughter, who already had Drama, who had two sons, who landed the social work job that changed his mind, who once said, “No!” to my large family plans, that lives in the house that God built.
And one more verse?
This is the Dad who won’t be done til he’s dead, who is my husband, who is unconditional love, who can’t tell adopted from other, who told me it was time for another, whose heart broke for the one, who was smitten by fostering, who owed me the fifth one, because he wanted more schooling, who already had Laughter, who already had Drama, who had two sons, who landed the social work job that changed his mind, who once said, “No!” to my large family plans, that lives in the house that God built.
On to Victor...
Yesterday was a bit rougher than previous days. He was feeling a little constipated (sorry, but it's true), he'd been poked and prodded all day, and his feeds were compacted to 45 min./feed instead of 60. Success in the constipation realm meant that he lost some weight, down to 3 lbs. 14 oz. By evening he was tolerating the compacted feeds better. Praying for a great day today as we both miss his dad and siblings and for strong lungs that take big oxygen-filled breaths. Praying we get home to PA sooner than expected!
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