Life's Little Adventures

So my dad is a man of few words. He usually takes everything in and doesn't say a lot.  This makes bonding hard to do with Big Wayne. Last weekend when he asked if I wanted to go to an auction with him, I jumped at the chance.  A little father-daughter bonding time never hurts.  My mom agreed to babysit so off we went on a Saturday morning. Riding in a truck with my dad is exciting -  I talk about everything and he usually just agrees or disagrees. We I talked about land, trailers, his upcoming business venture, Daniel, the weather, dogs, and food.  I ran out of topics so we just rode in silence for awhile.  I was worried what I had gotten myself into. When we got there, I saw a different side to my dad. Gone was the solemn, quiet man.  His eyes lit up. He talked about everything. He told me how the auctions worked, we compared notes on items up for bid, prices, people at the auction, and food served. He opened up to me about work, family, his dogs,...

My title is a little dramatic, but since today is Daniel's first birthday, it's my theme. I found out I was pregnant on March 20, 2010.  I remember wondering if I would even make it through the pregnancy and deliver a healthy son or daughter.  After a few scares along the way, I delivered a bouncing baby boy on December 1, 2010.   Of course he had to make a dramatic entrance with low heart rate in a room full of strangers because Mommy was under anesthesia and they wouldn't let Daddy in the operating room. (We never do anything in a normal way, lol) The first night of his life, as Stephen slept, I sat awake and wondered how I would raise him for 18 years.  I couldn't even imagine one moment without him, but I was scared to death of what to do with him.  What if he got sick? What if he cried uncontrollably?  What if I didn't know what he wanted or how to take care of him?  Steve and I encountered each of these and guess what? We made it. We survived...