how did we get so lucky to have the best father around living in our house? when i was pregnant, he wrote the most amazing poem for our daughter in anticipation of her arrival (below). when she arrived, he spent countless hours in the NICU holding her tiny hand, feeding her, and praying for her health. when he returned to me, tear-stained cheeks were the only evidence of his despair. he tirelessly helped me in & out of bed, pushing me around in a wheelchair to see my child. he held me as i cried "my poor baby" about a hundred times. since that time, the love between eve and her dad is palpable. people who encounter it can't help but comment on it. and all i can do is smile and nod my head- yup, it's true. yesterday, she climbed up on him as she always does, using him as her personal jungle gym, but this time she embraced him, laying her head on his chest for several moments then slowly turned toward him with a gentle but heartfelt kiss. she too knows that we have something very special, and his name is Don Bromley.
a poem for my little girl (soon to come) [by Don Bromley]
a little girl,
yet descended,
a new soul
newly founded.
eyes closed
to my world,
still she dreams,
thoughts impearled.
what dreams
can yet unlived
life design,
or hope uplift?
and how can i,
being passing by,
hold her gaze,
sight's first supply?
the giver's choice,
can i demur?
no, i can but take
and to god offer.
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4 comments:
that is so sweet!!!! way to go don for being such a great dad and husband!!! way to go julie for being such an encouraging wife!
thanks hon! that was very sweet... i'm the luckiest dad and husband in the world, for sure.
hey Julie! just noticed you had a blog (from your comment on Don's). what a great post, and amazing pictures of Eve throughout the blog.
Don's poem rocks.
thanks jesse!
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