I wondered yesterday how our life would be different if this Daddy had not survived cancer when the boys were little.
I would have raised those little boys alone.
They would have not remembered their daddy except for the few photos we had of them together and all the memories I would have retold for them over and over.
God would have provided for us in every way that would be important but humanely speaking I reflect on how blessed we have been to be a family complete with a Daddy.
I thought about all these things yesterday when we were playing with Grandgirlie and Little Miss Muffet and saw them delight in the teasing of Grandpa.
As far as they can see...
he is very excited to play all the games they can think of...
and no one is more impressed with semi executed cart wheels or how the hoola-hoop momentarily swirls around a little girls waist.
I would have had to learn to be independent.
By now...I'd know how to properly wash my car and mow my own lawn.
I would live in town....and not on a farm.
I would be working . . . and maybe not blogging.
I am very thankful that he survived and is part of the story of how we raised our family and are now enjoying our grown up children and grands together.
Together, we watch our sons having the privilege of a family and I see in them a love that is a reflection of the example they have been blessed to know.