For as long as I can remember, I have been "daddy's girl". I am the third daughter in our family and then 5 years later came my brother, Kent. When I was little, daddy would leave me a dime every day for "Mr. Softie" the ice cream truck. Many times growing up he would "spoil" me in various little ways. The older girls grew older and out on their own, then at home it was Kent and I. Dad had more money by then (thank goodness) and not as many of us to "buy" things for, so I got to shop at a cool store "Sportswear Mart" (was that the name?) and places like Hymson Tot's and Teens...he would give me the credit card, tell me how much (or about) to spend and trust me. Dad has always worked hard so that I (and the others) could go to church camp each year. I never missed a summer at Camp Deer Lick. Then there were state youth coventions and once I went to a Natl. youth convention. Before youth group, when I was younger and we lived on Darley Drive, each and every Sat. morning there was always money for me to go to Scotty's Roller Rink. I had more "pom poms" on my skates than anyone! All in all, I loved growing up in my Father's house.
Daddy was strong, a leader in our church and the head of our home. He is now 89 years old, and not so strong or healthy. We thank God everyday he is still very "sharp". As anyone may have read in my earlier posts, he plays Rook several days a week...he and Kent beat mom and I today! But these days he rarely gets dressed, unless he is going to the doctor. He walks very carefully so he won't slip, trip or fall. He doesn't think anything "tastes" good, so he eats little. Although my dad has never been a "drinker" he found out he has cirosis of the liver. This causes him to retain fluid that builds up in his abdomen. This keeps him from breathing deeply and when the fluid increases, this causes him much discomfort. Yesterday he went in to the hospital and had 7 liters drained. Today, his good doctor, Dr. Swisher, ask he and mom to have a "talk" in his office with him. He told my precious daddy, that this disease would kill him. He said he didn't need to make another doctor's appt. with him, as there was nothing else he could do. So, dad will go back once a month to have this fluid removed, and we will all pray when God calls him home, he will go in peace. We will pray that he is in no pain and has a smooth passage home. I know there is a mansion built for him in Heaven that has a screen porch for dad to sit out on and feed the birds. I will love my daddy forever and always thank God that I married a man just like my dad.
My friend, Devon, turned 60 on Tuesday and it was fun to help her celebrate! Everyone brought in "60" items. There were 60 marbles for when "she loses hers", there were 60 peppermints "you are in mint condition", many good wishes, and cute gifts. I did the diaper cake above with a sign that said "60 potty changes for Nola...Happy 60th grandma"! Devon was so sweet, surprised and very appreciative. She's a gracious lady and will make the best grandma of all!
Clyde and his aunts...Joyce, Jean, and Martha
Catch the bridal bouquet GiGi! When the bride said for all "single" ladies to come forward, granny (Gigi to Austin), said "wait for me".....
The lantana was a disappointment for the first time ever. It is my FAVORITE annual. However, this summer it didn't "come on" as it normally does but it's doing better now!
