If I could dance with my father again.

Throughout life you will find that as people come and go, some never really leave. I was thirteen years old when he passed away. He was and is still the greatest man I ever knew. My popa. In my mind he was the most honest, loving, and caring person to ever walk the earth. He was my knight in shining armor, my Prince charming, he was my hero. Actually, he still is my hero. He served for his country would have proudly done it again. He spent his days hunting and fishing before diabetes ultimately took his site. We spent our afternoons building things in the shed and making messes for my Nanny to clean up. He may have been set in his ways but I can’t recall a time he ever told me no.

To know him was to love him. He was the first man in my life, and set the bar pretty high for what a man should be. I know most kids enjoy spending time with their grandparents, but he was far more than just a “popa” to me. There was an unspoken bond between the two us. I remember asking one time “how could ever get married?!?!? There will be no dad to give me away!” He gave me this silly face and said “well, I wasn’t going to let just anybody take you off! Figure I’ll meet him first and I might let him have you.” I knew from that moment on, he would fulfill any “daddy duty” we encountered.

Sadly, he never made it to wedding day. To honor him, his photo was with us at the arch my husband and I exchanged our vows under. My actual father and I dedicated the “father-daughter” dance at my wedding to him. It was an extremely emotional moment for everyone, but I know that for every second that passed, he was with me. I was able to dance with home again (so to speak). That was the song played. Today he is weighing heavily on my mind and I hope that everyday since he has passed he’s been proud of who I am and who I am becoming.


To my popa, my hero, this one’s for you.


Recent update on Chance


A special thank you to every single person that prayed for us over the past few days. When I ask for prayer for my children, I can assure you that I genuinely need the prayers. Wednesday morning Chance went in to see his pediatrician after waking up with almost no voice. We learned he had a small lump in his throat. Friday morning Chance had an emergency checkup with his doctor/specialist. Words can not describe how scary all of this has been. I’m woman enough to admit that I have been beside myself, crying and a complete nervous wreck. You never know true fear until it becomes your child. More prayers went up Wednesday night than I could count. I was told by our Pastor and our family that The Lord would take care of it and not to worry. Well, he did just that. The lump is benign and shrinking on its own. Praise the Lord! His doctor, with the help of God gave us the answers we needed. It came with a relatively simple explanation. The scar tissue from his previous surgeries (12 to be exact) is pushing against his voice box and vocal cords causing it to loose sound. We’re hoping to meet with a reconstructive surgeon in the next few months and have it repaired. Until then, we push on. We pray and believe that God is in control and Chance will receive the healing he needs. In the years we’ve been battling this, numerous times we’ve been on the brink of finding a new treatment option only to find out Chance is not a candidate. Recently there have been some positive results coming from UAB in Birmingham. We were told Friday that Chance may have an opportunity to meet with a highly ranked doctor there and actually have a shot at trying his treatment plan. In the weeks that come I am asking that everyone please pray for my baby boy. He needs and deserves his miracle and I believe it is coming. From our family to yours, thank you. From the very bottom of our hearts. Thank you.

Our Doctor, Our Angel.

I’ve always believed that God has angels here on earth. Those that watch over us and help when we’re in need. They come in every shape, size, and every color. When other doctors had doubts, when our own family became skeptical, when we where at the end of our rope, I found myself sitting in a waiting room about to meet our angel. There will never be enough tears, enough thanks, enough words, to explain to this man what he has given me. He saved my baby. My own son almost lifeless and this man, with the help of God, gave us the miracle that is Chance.


I will be forever in his debt. When I try to thank him and show my appreciation he always says “I’m doing what I was called to do.”. He is definitely doing Gods work! I could spend everyday, for the rest of my life thanking him and God, but I will never be able to repay what they have given me. I know The Lord spared my child for a reason. Some days I think “how could I have ever made it this far?” The answer is God. He has held me when I’ve been weak, and he has forgiven me when I’ve been mad. Four years doesn’t seem like a very long time to most people but it’s a lifetime for us. Almost four years ago I should’ve lost my son. With a little faith, and a lot of persistence, the good Lord opened the door. One day might not seem like a lot, but when you’re faced with so much adversity it’s a life changing “one day”.


I almost missed out on potty training, bed time stories, and baseball in the backyard. I almost missed out on goodnight kisses, and I missed you bear hugs. Everyday for the last four years has been nothing short of a miracle. My son was the first born child, grandchild, and nephew for some. My son was the person who made our lives complete when we didn’t realize it had never been whole.

He is a walking, talking, real life miracle. I know when the time comes he will be completely healed. He will have an amazing testimony and be a testament to my faith. Be grateful, be thankful, and appreciate the little things. Sometimes the “little” things are really the big things. I’m asking that if you’ve read this you say a prayer for him once more. After being called to meet with his doctor, we received some not so exciting news yesterday. The tests will require being put to sleep again. For those still counting, this will be his 13th time put under, his 12th surgery and one more time I beg for an answer.

The will of God will never take you where the grace of God won’t protect you. I’m thanking each of you in advance. Every prayer counts, and each mean so much. From the very bottom of my heart, thank you.