A Girl's Best Friend

This post is a little belated but my arms have been a bit too full to type lengthy posts. I think Tony will understand.

When I found out I was pregnant last fall it was really no surprise when at my ultrasound they told me I was carrying another girl. Wish as we might, I have always said if I had boys they would probably turn out to be wife beaters - I don't consider myself to be top-of-the-line mother material and I know that the relationship between a mom and her son is pretty important to how he will turn out. Equally important is the relationship between a father and his daughters. Look at our little family of four girls and you have to conclude (and rightly so) that Tony is an AWESOME dad! I think God gave our girls the best.

Happy Belated Father's Day, Tony! Thanks for caring about all your girls (me included =) We often hear our Sunday School teacher, Sis. Campbell, say that her adult girls know they can call their dad anytime during the day if they need him. I know that you will be the same way when your girls are grown. And you are certainly the one they will be turning to...because you care and they know it!

Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

Tony had to work tonight, which is very unusual…something that happens maybe two or three times a year. I know, I know – some of you are thinking we are VERY fortunate - and we are. We’re also so used to having him around that we are spoiled. The girls didn’t even seem to notice his absence until around 5 o’clock. We were playing a game of LIFE when one of them asked if he was home (he often works from his "office" in our bedroom until right about that time.) I told them that he was working a tech event and wouldn’t be home until later.

We wrapped presents, munched on bagel bites for supper and they watched a video while I finished up the teacher’s gifts. All the lights were on and the house was full of noise but something was missing. I think we could all feel it. Every once in a while one of them would come to me and ask when he was going to be home. I wasn’t sure but figured 8 or 8:30ish. That sure seemed like a long time away. FINALLY he called and said he was leaving Indy. You could feel a sense of relief among us lonely women.

And then after all the asking and long faces, believe it or not, when he came in the door, I don’t think one of the girls said “Hi”! or came up and hugged him squealing his name like they would have when they were younger. They went on with their business and he went upstairs to take set up his laptop and take care of a couple things, but something in the atmosphere had suddenly changed. All was right now, Daddy was home.