This weekend was wonderful! A lot of fun things happened. Church was awesome and after church, we hung out with some couples that we really clicked with and had a great time with. They invited us over for dessert with a few other people, and we all ended up staying and talking and laughing for a long time. It was so refreshing! I miss my friends so much and I started to feel a little bit of that hole being patched up that evening.
BUT, the highlight of the entire weekend was our special visitor.
My dad (the kids call him Bop) came to see us for the first time ever. I am not exaggerating. It was the very first time my dad has been able to come see us since we graduated from college. He works very hard (18 hour days) and has two jobs, so getting time off for him is next to impossible. He always wants to come see us, but he just hasn't been able to. This visit meant the world to me. I was excited all week.
He came Saturday night, stayed the night and hung out with us until 1:00 the next afternoon.
I love the feeling that now resides in our home. Bit by bit, and visitor by visitor, our house will become our home. Each person that visits leaves a part of them here and therefore brings a part of our family and friends here to stay. To me, that is what makes a home.
I loved how my dad was just my dad. He walked in our house and the first thing he did was fix our basement bathroom toilet. (in about 2 seconds) Next he went right to the closet with our furnace and stuff and checked it all out. Then we were out in the yard with him checking out the sprinkler system and helping us know how to blow it out.
He and I talked into the late hours of the night and had a great time looking over a bunch of family stuff he brought. He played Batcave with Sam, talked with Mary and held William. He joked with Ben and made sure all was well with us.
We went on a walk with him Sunday morning and showed him around our neighborhood. He was full of compliments and admiration about our home, our family and the life we are working to make for ourselves. It meat so much to me.
I was so sad to see him leave, but he left a footprint in our home that is here to stay. I can feel it.
Thank you for coming dad, I love you.