We Are Soaking Wet Dad !

Last night was one of those nights you never thought would end. It was like sitting up with a sick child, the vomiting, the tossing, turning, the ups and downs. When will it end, will this medication ever start working? What else can I do to make it better? GOD I'm here on my knees again, asking one more time for some help. I know I come to you a lot but you haven't failed me yet. Where there is Faith there are answered prayers. Sooner than later, the sun comes up, the night is over and GOD has provided peace where there was distress, calm where there was a storm and laughter where there was sadness. The day is far from perfect but in truth, who has a perfect day. There is no such thing.

As I reflect on things of today, I am reminded of memories of the past. D is a man of character a man who wanted his children to grow up with values, morals, ideals, love of GOD, family, country. Loyalty and honesty were of extreme importance to him. He sacrificed the ultimate price for his family based on his firm belief of loyalty to family and friends.

He taught his children that you take a stand and no matter the consequences you stand by your word. A decision that he would pay a extreme price for but one that showed his children and others he truly was a man of his word. Many of his children's decisions in life would be based on the principles learned from their Dad.

D and I dated 4 years before we married, we didn't live together, shack up, if we spent week-ends overnight with our kids before we got married we didn't sleep in the same bed. That was not who we were or the example we wanted to set for them. We weren't saints but when it came to our children we did try to live by a better set of rules.

D is the Dad who even though he didn't live in the same house with Jill, called her every night no matter what age she was, who listened to the tales of her day, told her he loved her and until Glio came along said "Puppy Chow" instead of Good Bye. It was their special thing. He is the Dad who no matter how what she said or did she would always be "Daddy's little girl". He is the Dad who laughed the loudest at her random tricks on the pig trail, who stood the tallest walking her down the aisle when she prepared to marry Jeremy, whose heart broke into a million pieces when she suffered two miscarriages. He is the Dad who didn't have to brag about her to others for her to know that he was the one most proud of her many accomplishments. He is the Dad that even today tells her she is beautiful and smiles when she walks into the room. He is the Dad that remains her biggest and greatest champion wanting only the best that life can offer her and her family. He is Dad that knows even when he no longer walks this earth the life values he has taught her will be carried on, she will teach them to her children who will in turn teach them to theirs. He is that Dad that will be the reason that the circle is never truly broken.

D is the Dad who took another man's child, accepted him as his own, loved and raised him, cherished him and taught him the values of being a man. D is the Dad who helped Bo make the Father Son cake for Cub Scouts , make his first soap box derby car, taught him to drive, took him deer hunting for the first time and who no matter what he said or did would always call him "HIS son". He is the Dad who laughed the loudest at Bo's corny jokes, let him crawl into bed with him during thunderstorms. He is the Dad who helped the young boy achieve his childhood dream to become an American Soldier. He is the Dad whose heart broke into a thousand pieces on April 3rd when his son was killed by a reckless driver. He is the Dad who didn't have to brag about him to others for him to know that he was the one most proud of his many accomplishments. He was the Dad that even though Bo carried another man's DNA and name, he carried D's heart and soul where ever he went. He was the man Bo called Dad.

I see D as a Dad of two wonderfully amazing children. A Dad who starts a food fight with his two young children to welcome them into their new home and family. A Dad who laughs at the mess and the shock on their faces. A Dad who enjoyed scaring his kids on Halloween, a Dad who loved playing with his kids as long as it wasn't board games. A Dad who comforted, scolded, loved, encouraged, shielded and believed that his children could be whatever they wanted to be. A Dad who wasn't afraid to tell his children he loved them, a Dad who seemed to grow more as a man the closer he grew to his children.

I see a Dad who believed their spiritual walk is the most important journey they will ever take. We had a beautiful life, a boy, a girl, a Mom and a Dad. We lived together in a wonderful home, loved well, laughed often, cried together and blessed one another so much. Just as GOD blessed Noah with forty days of rain, that's how soaked we are. The Bibb's family soaking !!!!

We feel blessed because we know what it feels like to be loved by a wonderful man of GOD - I love the Dad of my children, the man who stands in the GOD pouring rain with me, dances without an umbrella while we watched our children catch raindrops on their tongues and play in mud puddles.