THIS ENSURES GOOD SERVICE...
I've had many many random thoughts over the last few weeks but this story keeps coming to mind. And when I stop to listen I can see the many reasons why. I'm learning just how much my dad did to keep this family going in the right direction. By the right direction, I mean keeping everyone and everything positive, motivating us all to be the best and do the best, teaching us that life is hard but you just have to keep on going, well you get the idea. But nothing really compares to how much actual security he provided for me and my family.
I think all little girls think their dad is the best, strongest, and will protect them forever. I know I thought that and realize I can still think that because he's given me all the tools, all I have to do is slow down and listen. So when it comes to the protecting part...all I can say is my dad had my back. He was very educated in firearms and taught many others the importance of firearms. He taught me from a very young age to take care of myself. I used to go to the gun range with him ever since I can remember along with about every gun shop around. I've always been around guns and knives. I've been to trainings and classes with my dad as well as just the everyday teaching opportunities he used to keep me on my toes. He wanted me to be aware of my surroundings and learn how to fend for myself, another words he taught me how not to be in CODE WHITE! (I'll write about that later). So you can imagine how comforting it was to be with him anywhere. I just let him take care of me and my family and just tried to learn a few things along the way. But knowing that I wasn't completely responsible made for an easy life. Now I believe I began to gain some responsibility when my dad had his heart attack and by pass surgery, after all he couldn't pack his gun in the hospital. However, I hadn't really grasped my new responsibility. So now that he's on his next journey, I'm here to carry on all that he's taught me and that includes but isn't limited to his firearm instruction. It's a new journey for us all but one that I will take very seriously and do my very best. Now on to the story...
THIS ENSURES GOOD SERVICE....I was pregnant with my first child, Garrin, at the age of 22 and my dad was just as much my rock as my hubby, Gary. Now looking back I'm so very thankful that I married a man that was unbelievably understanding how strong our bond was. Gary has been amazing through all this process and at times I've totally taken him for granted. I now know how patient he is and continues to be...I am blessed! Now back to being pregnant with my first child. You know how first time moms are...crazy to say the least. I feel as if I've earned the right to say that since I now have 4 children and would love to have another one or two. There is something going on in a woman's body when she's pregnant the first time, total freak out mode. So needless to say my dad spent a LOT of time encouraging me and reassuring me that I'd be good at this mom gig. He coached me and taught me the importance of natural childbirth and how your mind is a powerful tool. He'd even take me to some of my dr appointments. During my 8th month of pregnancy I went on bed rest because of blood pressure and swelling. My dad came by my house every day and brought me whatever my latest craving was and rubbed my feet so they wouldn't swell any more. My mom would come do laundry and clean. I was a spoiled girl to say the least. Actually I'm still a spoiled girl, but hey if I can admit it then it can't be too bad, right? Anyway, you get the idea. My dad was taking great care of me while I was pregnant but nothing tops how the rest of this story goes.
After being on bed rest for a couple of weeks, that seemed liked to last forever, dr. said blood pressure was way too high and that we would be inducing and having baby. I was so excited and ready to see my new little bundle. After Gary and I got settled into the hospital room, my parents showed up as well as my sister. Things were moving kinda slow, so Gary and my dad went to get a bite to eat. By the time they came back, things were rolling. It was June 9th and hot. Now here's where it gets interesting. I had already decided that I wanted my parents and sister in the room when baby was born and dr. approved. My sister was videoing and all in the moment, which was awesome. My mom sat by the bathroom door crying and I remember asking her what was wrong, she just said,"my baby is having a baby!". I didn't get it, I'm closer to getting it now. Gary was on my right side and my dad on my left. It's starting to get hot in the room. Now remember how I said my dad was into firearms, he always carried a gun, ALWAYS! The law allowed citizens to carry a weapon concealed, so my dad always had his gun on him but concealed. So as the temp is rising and I'm getting ready to start a new and unbelievable journey, my dad takes off his vest and exposes his concealed weapon. I'll never forget the nurse and doctor, ever! The doc said, "What's that?" and my dad says, "THIS ENSURES GOOD SERVICE"! I just laughed at the time but many times since I've thought, wow, he has my back. There's great comfort in knowing that someone has your back at all cost. I always felt that way with my dad...that's just one of many an awesome gift he gave me! All I can say is that we laugh when we tell this story but I feel his love for me when I think of this story and then I think how truly blessed I am.
I hope my boys will always know that I'll do whatever it takes to "ENSURE GOOD SERVICE" for them and their families as they grow, no matter what. This is just one of the many stories of my father's love, he was an awesome man in so may ways.
Trinity
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