My Dad (and his new heart) came over on Sunday for dinner. I served all of his favorites. I was so happy to have him (and my mom over) just the way it should be. Eating, talking, telling stories. It felt as if nothing had ever happened. But even better really because we were all so grateful for the 'normal' dinner and having my Dad back with us. Oh it was wonderful. And I will forever be grateful to God for letting us have more time with him.
Time for stores of his childhood.
I love his faces telling those stories
and Abigail 'getting lost' in them just like I did when I was seven.
"Oh taste and see that the Lord is good... the Lord is good... the Lord is good..."