Yesterday, we went to church, Sanj took Zach to his hockey game, I brought the rest of the boys home for lunch and then it was that kind of day that everyone was vegging out. The phone rang and David, my adopted dad from my university days, called. First he called to say hey and ask when all the boys would be home so he could call to say hi to them. I said 5 pm. At 5 pm he was distracted when he called. I said so and said that I’d chat with him later. Maybe 2 minutes later, Josh came up the stairs to our room, “Uncle David just drove into our backyard!” What!!! There behind Josh is my crazy adopted dad, all the way from Alabama!
Crazy! I love his crazy, unannounced visits! Of course my house was kinda messy, piles of laundry awaiting me to sort and fold, dishes from lunch sitting in the sink… you know, the house in a lived in state when company wasn’t expected… Of course that was all forgotten and soon we were at the table laughing hard at the silly stories that bind us. History. I absolutely love the relationship that has been passed on to the boys with this family I absolutely adore.
“Family isn’t always blood. It’s the people in your life who want you in theirs; the ones who accept you for who you are. The ones who would do anything to see you smile and who love you no matter what.”