Tuesday, January 11, 2011


Last night, Benjamin woke up in the middle of the night. He was crying for about a minute and then started yelling, "daddy! dadddddddy! daaaaaaadddy! da-da! daddy!" It was so heartbreaking - in a "sweet boy is so sad and yelling for daddy" kind of way. Sigh.

We usually let him cry for a few minutes to see if something is wrong before we check on him. But Patrick jumped out of bed and went upstairs. After a few minutes Benjamin was back asleep (mostly) and Patrick came back downstairs. I asked why he went up and he said:

"I have a vivid memory of having a nightmare, when we lived in Texas [when he was little], and all I could muster out was "daddy" and my dad came to me."

Ugh! Heart break turned to heart mush. I may be a lucky girl, my friends, but my boys! Oh, my boys! They are beyond lucky that Patrick is their daddy!!! What a privilege and joy to raise children with this man.

1 comment:

Jeannie said...

Praise God for good daddies!!