When I watch the girls with their daddy, I am often reminded of the times I spent with my dad as a little girl. He spent many hours in ministry and yet was always home at the right times. He was home in the mornings before school and then again afterwards, often in the kitchen getting ready for dinner. We always had dinner together as a family. He was there when the lights went out and then to throw them back on the next morning. His hugs, his smile, his eyes, his honesty, his discipline, his hands, his practical jokes, his voice, everything. I continue to miss him every day, and yet he is here every time I'm witness to the daddy/daughter dance in my own home.
Kevin isn't as fortunate to have as many hours with the girls each day as my dad did, but as he was leaving last night for Fort Worth (gone til Sunday), I realized it didn't really matter, because the love between these precious ones of mine, isn't dependent on time and space. It has no boundaries. As he scooped them up and hugged them, as they cried and Morgan said, "don't go, take us with you", as Makenzie held on to his legs for dear life, as Mikaela handed him her "goodbye note", I knew. I knew that no matter the circumstances of this life, no matter if they spend 5 hours with dad every day, or just one, this thing between them called love, would never fail.
I am thankful that my sisters and brother and I have been given another opportunity to love someone we think of as "dad". I am overwhelmed by the fact that two months ago we weren't even sure if he would still be here, and today, he is tumor free. God has given us not a second chance, but a third, to love and be loved by someone who lives out the love between a father and his children. Garon isn't "my dad", but he will always be my dad.
We spent the last several days with Kevin's parents. We haven't been able to be with them lately as much as we would like to, and I was reminded just how much they mean to us. One of the reasons Kevin is a great dad, is because of his parents. They are thoughtful, self-less, humble, loving, and always putting us first. What a blessing to us and the kids. Makenzie keeps asking when Mommom and PawPaw are getting up. She thinks they're still here. I keep showing her the room is empty. We miss them when they're not with us.
As the holidays approach, we can't wait to spend them with our families. We really need their love and support. I am so thankful for Kevin, our parents, brothers, sisters, nieces, and nephews, and our precious girls. I am mindful of our grandparents, my dad, and our son. In this season of Thanksgiving, we have much to bow our heads about.