By the time we were back in our hometown it was around our children's normal bedtime. Miss B had fallen sound asleep at the sitters , so we put her to bed here at home and quickly bathed the other 3 kiddos and put them to bed , trying our best to act as normal as possible.
After the children were all tucked into bed. The dam broke and tears fell as we contemplated the yet unknown, uncharted future ahead of us.
Sleep was a long time in coming that endless night, once I did fall into a restless sleep, my dreams consisted of lumps being mixed up and misdiagnosis, you name it , I dreamt it.
By 3 am I gave up on trying to sleep and crawled out of bed , crept downstairs and started a load of laundry, I heard B whimpering in her sleep and went to pick her up. As I cradled her in my arms and breathed in her sweet baby smell, tears ran down my cheeks, as I thought of all the upheaval this would create in their innocent, happy little lives.
My sweet little B, I want to be here for you and watch you grow up...I want to see Dad walk each of you girls down the aisle, and be there for the special moments in your lives. K, I want to watch you grow and mature into manhood and meet and know the lady you will marry someday. To my dear hubs , I want to grow old and gray with you , walking around in tottering steps, complaining about our aches and pains....anticipating the times our children and grandchildren drop in to visit us. Oh dear God , these are the desires of my heart.
Let me watch my children grow , to see what they become. Oh Lord, don't let that cold wind blow till I'm too old to die young. The lyrics to this old country song is my prayer to my Heavenly Father.
I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help My help cometh from the Lord, who made the heaven and the earth. Psalm 121
My sweet little B, I want to be here for you and watch you grow up...I want to see Dad walk each of you girls down the aisle, and be there for the special moments in your lives. K, I want to watch you grow and mature into manhood and meet and know the lady you will marry someday. To my dear hubs , I want to grow old and gray with you , walking around in tottering steps, complaining about our aches and pains....anticipating the times our children and grandchildren drop in to visit us. Oh dear God , these are the desires of my heart.
Let me watch my children grow , to see what they become. Oh Lord, don't let that cold wind blow till I'm too old to die young. The lyrics to this old country song is my prayer to my Heavenly Father.
I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help My help cometh from the Lord, who made the heaven and the earth. Psalm 121
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