Wednesday, September 07, 2005

Dadda


I hate to admit it, but sometimes it bothers me that Parker says Dadda before he says, Mamma. But, to be honest, I can see why. My husband is incredible. He hasn't slept in days. I am not sure any work is getting done either. You see, he has fallen in love. He has fallen in love with about 50 survivors from New Orleans. He calls, he goes, he makes meetings, he organizes, he prays, he delivers, he drives. My husband has such a heart for the Lord. Stacey brings home a special smile, when mine is almost turned upside down. He makes us both laugh. He brings home dinner when I am too tired to cook. He brings us love. Parker loves his daddy and I do too. Dadda is loved by both of us! Here is a special picture I took today.

On another note, for those of you wondering. Parker has gone on the potty 2 more times! Only wet though, tonight being one of those times.

1 comment:

Joel said...

Dadda is loved by me too! He is doing incredible things and so are you!!!

(and so is Parker in his own #2 way!)

Love you guys!