In an attempt to organize all the pictures in the house, I found this today.....
I knew it would make Dennis happy, But ....but not that much.
He excitedly took it from my hand and about 5 minutes later I heard him from the other room say over and over, "This is terrible. This is terrible." Just as I thought.
I poked my head back in and looked to see him studying his children's little pictures...
the ones he carried in his wallet every where he went for years.
He was shaking his head as he was looking at one after another.
"I know. I know." was all I could say.
Then suddenly said he needed to scan them all.
"I know. I know." I said again. It's what I expected.
His babies. Do we ever as a parent get over the passion and love we felt for our little ones?
NO, we don't. Not ever.
My father in law use to tell me when my 4 sons were little,
"Oh it's terrible when they grow up. Terrible." There's that word again.
At the time, I do remember thinking...that doesn't sound too bad to me.
Imagine all the time I would have to myself...
But I felt safe thinking that at the time,
because it seemed like science fiction for them to grow up and leave me.....
like it couldn't possibly really happen. And yet, here we are. Eight children between us.
All married and gone.
Do you want to see a little sampling of what's so terrible?
What if you put these pictures in your wallet 40 years ago and just rediscovered them today?
And a little bit grown up version
They would pretty much melt any parent's heart.
As we would expect, Dennis was involved in everything.
On another note (not to be confused with the family above)
Take a look at the joy that's about ready to come into this family.
Two Christmas Eves ago they were hit by a drugged driver.
While their 3 year old son survived, their 18 month old was instantly killed,
and both parents were in critical condition. She is now 34 weeks pregnant with triplet girls.
Who would have thought. Take a look here.