May 29, 2012

Here's to the Dads in my Life!

I know it's not quite Father's Day but it'll be here before we know it and as it was my dad's birthday yesterday, I thought it'd be a great time to talk about all things DAD!


That's me all papoosed on my daddy's back. I'm his first biological child but #3 in the order of girls he loved and raised. I remember going everywhere with him. I wanted to be just like him, well... the girl version. :)

When I was little, I wanted to be an interior designer because he is an amazing designer, architect, builder, photographer and artist. I collected paint samples and coloured on blueprints. I would visit the bathrooms in restaurants and give him my thumbs up or down. He's still the first person I call when I need help deciding on the look of a room (it's easier for me to decorate someone elses space than my own). He taught me to ride my bike and drive my car. He took us camping, to the water slides and tobogganing too. He exampled before me how to live a generous lifestyle and to trust God with everything you have.

Last year I featured my dad in a guest post and here's his 65th birthday post.

All I've wanted to do is make him proud.

When I was 23 years old I got married and moved far - far away.

That's when this dad came into my life...


This is one of the last pictures I have with my father-in-law and my kids, his health quickly declined after this. He passed away a few months later on August 17, 2011. 

Dad, as I called him from the first time I was introduced to him, was one of the most generous and kind men I ever had the privilege of knowing. When he smiled his eyes disappeared and his whole face lit up. He was an impressive carpenter, photographer, cook and father. He was a loyal friend who would do anything for anyone, especially for his kids and grand-kids. He loved loved - loved - loved his grandchildren. He lived with us for the last six years of his life. He loved being around my kids, watching them play, taking their pictures, babysitting them and my kids adored him. 

Just the other day, we were at a park when my youngest (Jake - 6) remembered that Grandpa used to take him there to feed the geese. It made me cry. My kids don't get to see my dad very often (4 days since Christmas 2010) - so now that Dave's dad is gone, they don't have a grandpa in their day-to-day lives. To me, that's an important role model that is missing.

I am truly grateful that such an amazing and kind man raised this man...


I knew Dave would be an incredible dad even before we had children. You could see he valued family. Since he's the baby of the family, #5 among 4 other fabulous siblings, he's the uncle to 10 kids, I got to see him in action before I even said, "Yes!"

Our first child arrived almost 2.5 years after we were married. I remember waking up to him leaning over the baby bassinet. He looked over at me, smiled and said, "He's just so amazing." 

He is a hands-on dad. I'm pretty sure he changed just about as many diapers as I did and took as many naps as me. :) He makes the majority of the kid's lunches and gets them out the door (he's the morning person in our family). He's attended almost all of their school plays and volunteers for field trips at least once a year, for each of them and we have four kids!

He does the grocery shopping, some of the cooking and makes better coffee than I do (he doesn't even drink the stuff, it's just for me).

He brags on his children and their many accomplishments, big or little. Days later, he's still talking about Liam's game-winning soccer goal. He takes them camping and canoeing - teaching them about the great outdoors he loves so much. As he's saying good-night prayers with them, he asks, "Who do you belong to?" and with great enthusiasm they always respond, "You!"

I'd say I'm blessed with all the amazing dads in my life, wouldn't you?!

Happy early Father's Day!!

Wordless Wednesday ~ A Spoonful of Sugar Needed (w/linky)

I should have added a spoonful of sugar...

Happy Wordless Wednesday Time!!

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May 28, 2012

Drowning in Hurt... but there is Hope!


This past week has been another hard one in my book of difficult weeks. I seem to get my head above the water and just as I am able to breath something comes along and pushes me under again. I feel like I've been drowning for the last 2 years.

Q's blood work results started the ball rolling this time around. They totally scared the crap out of me and I have to fight to keep the fears from completely engulfing me. I feel like I've been screaming for help but no one can hear me.

By Saturday night I couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned until after 1AM. My mind just wouldn't shut down and rest.  The thoughts that stirred... the hurt I felt... it all turned into a bit of pity party filled with feelings of being invisible, not important, forgotten... it was all too much for me.

With only a few hours of sleep, I didn't want to go to church on Sunday. I didn't want to be all shiny, happy people, I wanted to stay under my covers and cry.

I sucked it up and we got to church in time for pre-service prayer. I pushed my feelings aside and went into the room to pray. When it was my turn to pray, I got a picture of someone putting out a "fleece" before God. They made a pack with God that if He does something, they'll respond. I really felt like something special was going to happen in the service. We finished off by praying for boldness for people to share the words of encouragement God was placing on their hearts.

I know Q will be OK, he has to be. I know that I'm loved and needed but I don't want to deny that they are thoughts I fight, my giant to overcome. The following part is what I want you to focus on...

After my hubby finished preaching, we were singing the last song and I could feel the sweet presence of God. Our piano player left the stage area and came up to me. She never ever does this. EVER! She whispered in my ear... I told God I wouldn't do this unless Dave opened up the mic for this to happen (the fleece moment), God put you on my heart this week. You've been drowning in hurt and God wants to heal that. You are a firecracker and that hurt is binding you from being that firecracker God made you to be (along those lines and a bit more). She walked back to her piano and then I crumpled to the floor. 

Someone more important than anyone else in my life had heard me!

I don't want to bound by this pain any longer. I need to release those who have hurt me, most don't even know they've done it or are still doing it... but I won't be free until I do.

Watch out... this firecracker is going to make a pretty big dent in this world!

May 22, 2012

Wordless Wednesday ~ What 8 hrs in the ER looks like! w/linky

sick little man
3:45AM we finally got to a bed...



 
I was far too tired, disorientated and partially delusional at 6AM when the doctor finally came in to see Q.  8 hours later she took 3 minutes with us & swabbed for Strep. 
2 days later it came back positive.
Now my throat hurts...

**** UPDATE ****

Took Q to a 2nd hospital out in the country today. He woke up this morning even sicker than before. Within a couple hours they did blood work and it came back positive... for MONO.

That's what I thought it was & told the 1st Doctor at the 1st hospital to test for it... but she didn't.

Sooooo he's doubly sick and off school for another week at least.

UGH! Gotta love FREE medical. Go Canada Go!


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