My salute to Dad (my children's dad that is)

I was thinking today (actually it was sort of brought to my attention during a conversation with Clint this morning) that great dads (and husbands) are hard to come by. Moms get so much more attention than poor dads. (Mostly because mom's deserve more, ha!) But, my children and I are truly blessed to have such a terrific dad in our lives. (Hopefully he reads this, because I do have a Birthday coming up!!!!!)

When my kids are grown, I do not want them to remember the money that dad brought home, the career that he had, or even the gifts that he purchased. Rather, I want them to remember the simple things that made their dad so wonderful. Like the fact that he was first and foremost a Christian father, who not only made sure that the family was in church when the doors were opened, but more importantly lived the same way at home,work, on the ball field (and any where else that he might be) as he did when he was at church. A dad that was faithful in all things and loved his wife and kids without effort. A dad that was cool tempered and extremely witty (annoyingly so, sometimes). A dad that was a cook, seamstress, carpenter, toy mender, clothes folder, dish washer, housekeeper, clothes ironer (is that a word?), driver, lawn boy, trash man, electrician, plumber, barber, bug and snake killer, dentist, doctor, and yes all around Mr. Mom when need be. I am sure that there are many other things that I have left off that will come to me later.

Sometimes, I think that I need to be reminded (when I am wallowing in self-pity over all that I have to do) that I am blessed to have a husband that can and will do all these things for his family. Like, last night when I came in with the kids and he cooked, cleaned, and worked in the yard while I got in the pool to swim and play with the kids. And unfortunately, I need to do a better job of letting him know how I appreciate him and love him more everyday (even if the day to day lives we live do not always show this). My children and I are blessed beyond measure.

I am sure in the months to come, my blogs will go on and on about the kids and Clint will be swept under the rug again... but I wanted at least one set of thoughts to honor him. I love you, Clint. (Did I mention that I have a birthday coming up?)

My First Blog !

I now have my very own blog, to post hours of bragging about my wonderful children (and husband, of course). I suppose that I should just tell you a little about what is going on in our lives right now! You probably will not find the small details of our life too interesting, but the point of this is not to entertain everyone who reads it, rather to help us remember these tiny events in our life. I want to remember what it felt like to have Camon tell me "Mommy your beautiful" or Isabelle insist on wearing one particular pair of flip-flops and of course nothing but a "princess dress". (I have given up on ironing one without requesting her permission first.)



I want to document every thing in our lives that may seem insignificant to others. Like yesterday, when I was sick (I will spare you the details of that whole event). But, Camon and Isabelle heard me in the bathroom and came running to my side. Camon said, "I can't watch this" and ran from the room... Mother Isabelle on the other hand stayed right there until all was clear. When she left, I overheard their conversation from the living room... it went something like this... Isabelle: "Bubba, why are you crying?"... Camon: " I do not like it when Momma is sick."... Isabelle: " It will be okay, she will get better. Let's ask God to help her get better.".... Camon: " Okay. Dear God, Thank you for my momma and daddy and help momma to feel better. Please let her have all of the super powers in the world. Amen." At that moment, though my world was spinning, I realized that my 5 and 3 year old had all the love and wisdom that they needed. They knew that someone they loved was hurting and that the one and only God was the person that they needed to talk to. My how I wish that I had the faith and love that my precious children possess. It is times like that, I am reminded of what a special gift God has given me and how grateful I should be to Him for His grace and goodness. With Him, I do have super powers, if only in the eyes of my children.



So, there you have it. A moment that I never want to forget (well, most of that moment). So, while I may not always have something "important" to say, I will always find a way to document something in the lives of the children that before I know it will be adults, themselves.