I am thankful for my parents. The two most influential people in my life, the people who put in the hard nights, the long hours and the teenage tantrums, and still love me.
My parents have supported me through thick and thin. Through good times they beamed with pride, and through bad times, they lent and ear and even a shoulder to cry on. They have always been there for me - and I know and feel it every day.
After taking a sabbatical from Queen's University, I decided to move to Toronto and transfer to U of T. I had a boyfriend who lived downtown and many of my best friends lived there too, so it only seemed a natural fit. I really started coming into my own that year. I took a trip to Europe that summer and toured around. I was living on my own, making new friends, reconnecting with old ones. I was growing and becoming more independent. I felt like I had the world on a string.
Then a 2 am phone call to my mother. Sobbing. Bawling.
"Krista, what's wrong?"
"Mike and I broke up. I just....I just can't believe it"
"Krista, you knew the two of you weren't well suited"
"I know...I know. It just hurts so much"
<insert lots and LOTS of heart felt crying here>
"Krista, do you want me to come and get you?"
2 am. Probably closer to 3 am by the time we got to the bottom of why I was so sad. And my mother just offered to drive over an hour and bring me home. Which is EXACTLY where I wanted to be. I remember feeling SO LOVED in that moment. I'm not sure if I ever told you that Mom. But I'll remember that forever. And I hope when one of my boys calls me tearfully, I'll do the same thing.
My Dad. Totally my hero. A hard worker. A dedicated family man. I hope all my boys grow up to be the perfect combination of their father and MY father.
I was driving too fast. I was late...like I'm always late...but just as I realized I was driving too fast, it was too late. A freak snow storm in the early days of APRIL, I realized 3 seconds too late I was driving too fast, as my mini van skidding off the road and into the ditch. Now I'm REALLY going to be late for my 12 week ultrasound.
I tried calling Paul but he was unavailable in meetings. My next call was to my father.
"Dad I've been in an accident. I'm okay, but now I'm going to miss my ultrasound and I'm worried about the baby"
"Are you okay? Where are you?"
After telling my Dad I was fine, he instructed me to 'stay put' and he would be there as soon as he could. As soon as I hung up the phone, Paul called me back. Now both my men would be coming to my rescue.
When we were all assembled I realized that either Paul or I had to stay with the car so CAA would tow us. My Dad offered to drive me to my ultrasound and see if they would still take me in, as late as I was. I explained to them I was just in a car accident and I really wanted to see if the baby was okay. They squeezed me in.
After the usual tests, they asked me if my, uhm, 'guest' would like to come in. They assumed he wasn't my husband, so he was my guest. :o) I laughed and said, "sure, ask my Dad if he wants to come in"
He did come in and was very curious about what everything was. "What is that fluttering thing there in the middle?" my Dad asked as he pointed to the middle of the screen.
"Oh that there is the heart beating" Before the words were even fully out of the technicians mouth, my father gasped bringing his hand up over his mouth.
It was such an honest, response, and perhaps not overly obvious, I felt true love in that moment. And in an amazing way, I felt it for not only myself but my unborn child.
I love you both so very much, and everyday I am so thankful that you are my parents.
Mommy and Me
Me and Daddy
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