So, I haven’t gotten a chance to share the various shenanigans I found myself involved in with dad!
He moved up here in May of 2015. He’d avoided coming to Washington state (from California) since my mother moved us up here when I was in 3rd grade. He kept saying he’d come visit, but I think we all know how that goes. Life happens and various things keep us away and while we may have a genuine heart to the words we say, unless we make it a priority it simply won’t happen. Regardless, at the last minute he showed up and it’s been quite interesting to say the least, lol.
It all started out with a sock. The first few weeks had been rough. He was 72 afterall and one can’t expect it’d feel good to just sort of pick up and leave after all those years but he was in a situation where he had nowhere to go and I’d long begged him to come here. So, one day he fell asleep and I decided, “let the games begin!” I could almost hear Dumbledore’s voice ringing out as though an exciting game of quiddich was soon to erupt. I put the sock along his chest, snapped a picture and sent it to him on his fancy new smartphone I’d gotten him…and so it began. Getting to know dad, spending time together, bickering, laughing. It’s been a riot and I wouldn’t change it for anything. The kids have gotten to know their grandfather in ways I’d never thought possible in my wildest dreams! The Lord truly does work in mysterious ways because as I’d prayed for this for many years, I didn’t expect it..not one bit.
In the midst of the chaos, the job loss, the health issues…I didn’t expect-Dad.
More to share and I fully expect to edit this or add but wow…
So today was my son David’s 14th birthday…I got to see him first thing this morning. It was awesome. He was still tired and smiled groggily as I told him ‘happy birthday and how much I loved him and gave him a hug. I always feel blessed-always, but in that moment 14 years of happy memories came flooding back as though they all happened at once.
He was born 14 years ago and weighed 9 lbs, 4 oz. The first thing the attending obstetrician exclaimed was, “aww..look, we have a linebacker!” I held him in my arms protectively, admiring that red sheen that seemed to glisten like gold on top of his precious noggin. He’s just such a joy and I am happy to report that I learned long ago that when you have your babies, be thankful for each moment. Pull it to you in your heart with passion and greed because those moments become but precious memories in your heart as the years slip by. David’s been an awesome son. He played t-ball as a little guy and is always so friendly and out going. I am so thankful for that part to my kids. They are friendly with others and overall, loving. I adore that.
Today was also my first granddaughters birthday, she turned 5. I was able to attend her birth and it was one of the happiest moments of my life. Quite surreal to be on that side to things, I hated that feeling of helplessness but things went fine. At birth, Divinity resembled a true baby doll. She was adorable with a little bit of hair and a dimple. I held her in my arms and so many things swirled through my mind it was tough to anchor down the moment. She is a beautiful and sweet little girl…I truly wish I could see her more. If I had it my way, she’d be here as much as my kids went and visited their grandmother in their early years but sadly, family issues seem to be keeping us apart. I don’t want to go into it in this post, because today truly is a happy, happy day. I called and left a message and I also texted. I miss you, Divi-B and I love you so very much.
Today marks the anniversary of the day the Lord blessed us with these two precious kids…thank you, Lord.
Well, hello there! Please pardon the mess, a baby blog was born today and I am still adjusting to new bloghood.
The name I go by most of the time is, Mama but some call me-Stacy. I am a 41 year old mother of six children! And before anyone says anything-yes, I know what causes that and yes, I have a t.v. I just happen to be one of the rare ones who genuinely wanted a large family and feel blessed to have it.
My motto truly is, the more the merrier. My eldest daughter and my first hatchling is 22, my second child also a daughter is 20, my first son is 14 as of the wee hours of tomorrow morning, my second son is 11 (and he has autism spectrum disorder), my fifth child a son is 4 and my sixth child, a daughter is 18 months of age. My eldest daughter and her boyfriend have moved in and are expecting our grandbaby January 8th.
I am engaged to the most wonderful man I could ever hope to know and along with my children, is the true love of my world and last, but never least is Dad. My father moved in with us in May 2015 and well, stories from that could create a whole other blog! Yep-as I typed that last part, he woke up and rose from the couch and farted in my general direction and said it had my name on it. Thanks, Dad…lovely introductory!