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Forever Graceful, Forever Grateful

« Posted by fred on Thursday, August 10th, 2006 @ 12:38 pm »

Filed under: Home Life Letters

I can only imagine my greatest gift in life has been Jena. I don’t know what I did to deserve such a glorious compliment. My only response could be; all the mornings and nights I prayed for a wife. God only knew how desperately and necessary I needed this precious being and angel. I am the sail on a boat being thrashed around by the wind and currents and she is the rutter that always keeps me on course. “It’s a mistake”, “If it was God’s will, why is everyone so against it?”, “You are being foolish and immature” Is what they told us when we first began. It was so difficult for us to understand the irrational and negative response. It left us cold and bitter towards the church for a long time. Time has past, wounds have healed but only to leave lasting scars. Even when our family and friends forsaked us, we remained in our Father’s blessing. I can only believe this to be true after seeing our beautiful little ones. They run around with their innocent naivities left untouched by life’s hardships. They are us and we want to protect them from all the things that have scarred us. They are the fruits of our hardships. They are the blessings that count towards the past, present and future. The fruits of our life are few but their value is immessurable. If I can take a line from a movie “I see God when I look in their faces.” God has been forever graceful and I remain forever grateful.

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10 1/2 weeks

« Posted by fred on Tuesday, August 20th, 2002 @ 9:31 pm »

Filed under: Home Life Letters Retro Spec

This was you, Ethan, when you were about 8 months B.B. (Before Birth). Mommy and I sat in a dimly lit sonagram room watching the monitor. I was speechless. It was just too much for words to express what kind of feelings I went through. Is this for real? I’m about to become a dad? Is that his head? It’s a boy? What do you mean 80%? I swear you waved at me through the monitor. Right then and there I knew we’d be buds. I just couldn’t wait to meet you. The guy that made mommy puke and make all her favorite foods taste like cardboard. How the heck do you prepare for something like this? I just hope I’ve had enough experiences to figure out what worked and didn’t work for me. Hope I don’t turn out like my parents. Hope you don’t turn out like me. Now that’s very cynical, so what I really mean is that I hope you do better than I did, have better support and more love. Because really when you have kids your biggest hope is that they increase and go beyond what you have done. They go bigger and better than yourself because you are the rock on which they rest your head. Ethan, mom and I loved you before you were even born.

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