Family First!

When I got the call that my father was in the hospital in Buffalo, NY and I was in Dallas, I felt helpless. There was nothing I could do but try to get the next flight out. I began to think of everything I did with my dad, going swimming at Canisus College when we were little and he would bribe us to go off the high dive board and then we would go to Burger king for a happy meal. It was only when I was an adult did her tell me that we were going to go there after wards any way. Or how we would play soccer in the yard with all the neighborhood kids and he would ALWAYS win. Or when on my wedding day, I forgot Jeff’s ring in the limo and I was standing at the back of the church and he went running out to the limo to get it. Those were just a few of the thoughts that ran thru my head. Other thoughts were of the time we would fight about stupid thing. Then I thought…the last time I talked to him did I tell him I loved him.

As you all know I don’t like to travel too far from home so when I was told that I had to go to Dallas for work from Tuesday thru Saturday, I was not happy. I complained for at least a month up until the time I left. I was hoping and praying that we would get the call for the baby and I wouldn’t have to go. When I spoke to my best friend Amy, she said, maybe there was a reason why I had to go to Dallas. So while I was there I made it my point to let everyone know that “We are adopting” Nothing short of putting a big sign on my chest! So while I was in class, I met some women from Indiana and I approached then to let them know that we are looking to adopt and that we are advertising in their state and if they ever hear of anything to let me know. Well a woman over heard me and told me her sister works in a Birthing Unit and there are baby’s placed for adoption all the time. Sometimes they have families to go to other times they don’t so the Doctors look for a couple. She told me she would give her sister all my information. Well I did one step better…I gave her our baby cards and brochure! Maybe there was a reason for me to go. Now I am coming home.

I love my father so very much. He is the first to make me laugh and the first to get me so mad I can hardly see straight. I am going to the hospital as soon as I land and if I could run there faster I would. Please pray for my daddy and I will keep you posted!