My birthday was on Saturday and it was a good day even though it snowed and I was suffering horribly from allergies. I swear if it wasn't for my birthday, March would be my least favorite month of the year. Anyway, big thanks to Catherine for sneaking me some Oreo's (my fave) and especially for watching my girls so I could actually spend my birthday money this year instead of putting it in the bank to pay bills.
My birthday is also extra special because I share it with an extraordinary man....my dad. There have only been a handful of times that we have not celebrated together. Growing up, my mom would always bake my dad's favorite cake (carrot cake) and after alot of those I told my mom that it wasn't my favorite so she should make me my own cake along with my dads. She did, bless her heart.
I am the third child in my family and he would call me his favorite #3. He coached my basketball team in high school and it was great having him at everygame to watch us even if he was harder on me and my sister than anyone else. He is kind, generous, has a strong testimony of the gospel, and has taught me principles of the gospel, not by lectures, but by his example. He and my mom have been me and my siblings biggest fans and supporters in all things that we are pursuing.
Any opinion my dad has on things must be right, so that's what my opinion is. To me, my dad has always been that tall mountain that you know is not going anywhere.
I cannont even write this post without tears. My dad has an incurable, agressive form of blood cancer (multiple myeloma). It was diagnosed a year ago and my mom has kept him healthy this last year with a regimen of natural supplements. Today he started his first round of chemotherapy because the cancer has started to create holes in his spine and hips. The chemo is to hopefully slow the cancer down.
It feels like someone has put a choke hold on my heart. I can't bear to think of some of the things he may have to go through. I especially can't bear to think of my life without him in it. He is just always that constant thing that you count on being there, like walls in a home. Like water coming out of a faucet. Like blood in your veins. How can that be taken away......especially so soon? I hope we have many more birthdays to celebrate together, but if not, I know the Lord has a plan....all is well. I love you very much dad.