Touching the bucket...

Tomorrow......03/10/2010.....my DOD (dear ole dad) will be having bypass graft surgery, or for you medical people a CABG and balloon angioplasty. SCARY...I know. He is young still, but I have known this day was coming since I can remember.

MAJOR family history of heart disease. My great-grandpa died young of heart disease, my grandpa died at age 47 of heart disease, my dad still alive and kicking at 62 years old, but having the dread surgery tomorrow. Me...so far so good. My siblings... no signs yet.

Just thought I'd mention it, not to be crass or calloused but it's finally happening, and if you know me or my dad would you say a prayer or two for him?

He's a stubborn, older guy...but we love him.



UPDATE**Dad came out of surgery A-OK. His surgery took only 4 1/2 hours instead of the full 6 we were told. His surgeon said everything went smooth and we should expect a full and complete recovery. Thanks for all the support you have given.

The truth of it all...

The truth is that I adore my mister. My mister is such a perfect match for me and we were made for each other. We are Yin and Yang, peas and carrots, socks and shoes, apple pie and ice cream and all the other cliche's. We Just Are.

Before my mister I was happy, now I am peaceful and content. I live for him and he lives for me. I am thankful and grateful he will be the father of my daughter and future children.

My mister is such an excellent father to his daughter and I can not think of anyone better to father our children.

I love my mister.

Children need a Daddy

For many, many things:

Like holding them high off the ground

Where the sunlight sings!
Like being the deep music

That tells them all is right

When they awaken frantic with

The terrors of the night.
Like being the great mountain

That rises in their hearts

And shows them how they might get home

When all else falls apart.
Like giving them the love

That is their sea and air,

So diving deep or soaring high

They'll always find him there.