Posts Tagged ‘tears of joy’

Father’s Day! Two-thousand-twelve (twelve…twelve….twelve)

June 17, 2012

Nora and her second Father’s Day with her Daddy.  Rick and his second Father’s Day with his Colombian princess.  She wrote him a beautiful card, “Thank you for being my dad. I love you!”  Brought tears to my eyes when I think of how blessed she is to have him as her Daddy.

During church this morning, I realized for the first time that I’m thankful to another father…. in South America… who fathered a little girl who was destined for our family…. and destined to do GREAT things for eternity through her testimony.  A father whom I’ll probably never meet.  But a father whose life impacted our family GREATLY.  Thank you, birth father, for your precious gift to us.  I silently said his full name and prayed a blessing on him.

We spent the day with my Dad up at my parent’s house with most of our family (minus one child who was camping) and my brother’s family.  The line of cards was the longest I’ve seen in a while.  Lot’s of love and sentiments.  Our family is blessed beyond measure with godly fathers for generations!

At lunch, we all shared a memory of our dad… the stories varied from saving a daughter from swarming ants, to removing socks full of fleas, to cleaning up a crib smeared with *unmentionable* smelliness…. and those were the first three stories.  I felt like we were stuck in a Green Acres episode down on the boondocks.  Seriously?  These were the only happy Father’s Day memories???  I jumped in next with a story of my dad fixing the most amazing dinner, in my humble 5-year-old opinion, of popcorn and sliced apples.  I was SOOO impressed with his culinary skills!  More stories followed of kids being swung up on the roof and slammed into the side of the house first….. dad reading the Bible every morning…. being chased and tickled… being impressed with dad’s ice skating skills…. and dads who dressed up like a woman and Peter Pan (with tights).  It was all quite amusing.  Nora told the story of the day she met her Daddy and he cried tears of joy and almost made her cry and then he made a funny gulping noise.  (Love it!)

Dads play such a critical role in the lives of their children…. as examples and role models for their sons… and as admirers, protectors and guardians for their daughters.  Thankfulness permeates my soul as I realize the quality of the fathers in my family… solid men of integrity and strength through good times and bad.  All following the heavenly Father and leading the way to Him. Thanks, Dad.  Thanks, Honey.  Thanks, Rob.

So blessed!

 

Third Year in a Row…. Bummer

November 19, 2008

I was contemplating our Christmas correspondence this year and came to the sad realization that this will be letter number THREE with news of Zaza’s adoption… and no picture.  Good grief.  Well, it does bring us closer to 2009’s letter… with Zaza’s smiling face.  At least I pray it will be so.

There are three or four Christian artists who have written Christmas songs about adoptions and/or orphans.  I can barely hold myself together when they come on the radio.  Last year, alone in the van one night, Steven Curtis Chapman’s song All I Really Want for Christmas (see it here:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XvDBGVoGKD0 ) came on and I had to pull over as the road blurred from my tears.  Why, oh, why does adoption have to take so long?

Another great song is Everything to Me by Mark Schultz.  If you haven’t heard it, grab the kleenex box and listen to Mark tell the story of writing it FIRST (here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z61zdZJ9uZc&feature=related ) then listen to the heartfelt words of the song.  It’s so cool!

If you enjoy watching adoption “Gotcha Days” as much as I do, here is the Hallmark link to their adoption TV clips: http://www.hallmarkchannel.com/publish/consumer/home/shows/adoption.html  My kids always laugh at me when I sit and cry at the computer and watch these over and over.  But they do pull up chairs and watch too.  It’s just such an awesome thing to witness the joining of a child with their forever family.  How can anyone watch these and not be moved?

Goodness, I need kleenex just from typing the links.  Zaza, hurry home.