The Daddy Diary 2: Game Day

Much like Lucy and Charlie Brown with the football, surgery has been called off at the last minute twice. We’ve run up to the ball only to have it pulled away as we fell flat on our backs. Maybe that’s how I threw my back out.

But game day is finally here. Michelle and I thought that the stopping and starting would prepare us and make this day easier. Nope. Not. Even. Close.

I’ve been saying for two years that I didn’t fully understand the meaning of the words “love” and “worry” until I became a parent. I was wrong. I didn’t really understand the meaning of “worry” until I saw my baby girl being taken away to the operating room for open-heart surgery. Every time I think that I’ve found an emotional extreme, parenthood extends the boundaries.

Kimberly-Clark is the company who makes Kleenex. Their stock was up 2.5% yesterday. I guess they saw my order hit their books. I don’t know what percentage Kleenex sales contribute to their overall revenue numbers, but I think it’s about to go up.

Everyone who knows him has called the surgeon we’ve been working with nothing short of a deity. But my little girl doesn’t do anything halfway. Her heart defect is so complex they’ve called in the Director of Surgery for the procedure. Anybody can get one elite surgeon to operate on him or her, but my little girl gets two. You know you are in good hands when a miracle worker is assisting in the surgery. Only the best for my little girl.

Our preacher, Matt Tuggle, sent me this text early this morning:

“I read Mark 4:35-41 this morning – the calming of the storm. “Who is this? Even the wind and the waves obey him?” He who can do that, is he whose Spirit will be with Audrey this morning.”

Since you asked, Al Michaels – Yes, I do believe.