The count down

Only a few weeks before I put my professional season of life behind me. Soon I will be a full time mom (to Buddy) and a bit for Josh and Amanda even though they are married. I love cooking meals for them. They don't seem to mind this either...go figure. I'm so glad that I have been granted time with Joshua. I have prayed many years for what I am experiencing now with him. I still pinch myself. I love him so much and I see the work of God and medicine in him. Never give up hope. I am a firm believer in tough love, and prayer. Our prodical is back. He is an amazing young man. I'll also be available for my other children, grandchildren, family, friends, and God. I miss them all!

Today we will be heading out to my sister Liz's home in Lowell. I can't wait to get together with family. I could cry right now just thinking of it. I miss everyone so much. In order for me to feel balanced I need to be a part of their lives. I love the laughter, conversation, and love that fills the room when we are all together. I still wish my dad could be here. There is a hole he left behind, but I also see so much of him in each of us. Different qualities surface. Hans has dad's laugh and temper. Mike has dad's compassion, and enjoyment of family, Fred has dad's walk,
Caroline has dad's responsibility, I have my dad's goofiness, and Liz carries dad's love for sports, and discipline. (of course all the boys do too) The thing my dad taught us the most was dedication. He loved his family and at any cost, emotionally, or financially he kept us together. He loved and feared God...He was a strong man and a gentleman. He taught me how to ride the storms of life. When ever I was struggling he always had a way of making my problems seem small. Sometimes he didn't say a thing after I would share stuff with him...even in his silence there was instruction. Even to this day when I feel sorry for myself I sometimes reflect back on how my dad raised 6 kids. I don't remember him ever feeling sorry for himself. He just loved us. I miss cutting his hair, and fingernails and toenails. I would also give him back massages. He loved that!!! I'm sure he did looking back at it now. Touch is so important for all of us. And my love language is touch. (I would probably emotionally die with out it.) I'm so glad I have a husband who loves to hug me anytime anywhere. Well, in memory of my dad...I am so grateful for a father who loved me, cared for me, and was always available for me. Thanks to God for awesome papa's!